"You OK for the rest of the afternoon? It shouldn't be busy, I don't even care if you don't get anything else done. The phones just need answered until 6:00." Jeri, my boss is headed out.
"I'm good, I'll find something to do." I say to her.
"Thanks doll. Have a good weekend." She says and is gone.
"What to do?" I ask to myself when the door opens and a guy enters and I realize I know him from high school.
"Jill,...hey, how are you?" Luke Miller, still hot and how does he remember me?
"Good, Luke, how are you?" His face screws up into a weird look as if I didn't know his name.
"Jill...oh my name tag. Sorry. I'm Jill Berry, we graduated together."
"Oh yeah, shit. Sorry. I need a bathroom and saw your office was still open. Can I use it?" He looks nervous, he must really have to pee.
"Sure, down the hall to the left." Of course he wouldn't remember me. Smooth of him to use my name, I had such a crush on him. I start thinking about when be walked me to my car after a football game. I'd wanted him to kiss me, press me into my car and finger fuck me. Something. We had been friends but nothing more and he was always nice to me. I'm pulled out of my reverie by him returning.
"Thanks, sorry about before, I've been on my motorcycle all day and couldn't handle driving all the way home for thirty more minutes. How have you been?" He seems genuine but I doubt he really knows who I am.
"No worries, I get it. I've been good. You?"
"I wondered what happened to you, we had good times in high school. You were always so sweet." He says, actually looking at me.
"We did, it's been a while but I remember. You were always a gentleman, even at eighteen." I smiled softly. What I wanted to do was cover his body with mine and let all my years of fantasies play out.
"You off now? We could have dinner and catch up." He asks, looking at me, lingering on my cleavage.
"Actually, yeah, just a few closing tasks and I'll be done. I can meet you somewhere-" He cuts me off.
"What needs done, Jill? I'm happy to help you." There's that gentleman but an added edge of sexy man peppered in.
"Garbage collection and checking that everything is locked up. Nothing major."
"I'll get garbages, you lock up, deal?" He turns and looks for garbage while I secure our doors and windows. He's coming around a corner and bumps me, almost knocking me down but he grabs onto my waist, pulling me to him as he braces us against the wall. "You didn't have to trip me, I'd be happy to have you in my arms without resorting to that." He grins at me.
"Clumsy me, I was just coming to get you and we can go... do you...want to let me up?" I can feel his breath on my face and his body is pressed against me letting me feel his muscles. Is that- no. He can't be hard. If I squirm a little--...
"You're going to have to stop moving so I can step back and maintain a little dignity." He has a devilish look on his face that tells me he is hard. If only I'd get to feel it inside me.
"Am I moving?" I say as I wiggle a little more.
"You know you are." He leans in and talks close to my ear. "We can move together after dinner if you're still fidgety." He says in a low voice.
We manage to get away from the wall and get the garbage out and start to head to dinner.
"Meet you at the Shaver's?" I ask. I'm already wet from that brief interaction and I'm dying for friction on and inside my bits.
"You can ride with me if you don't mind the motorcycle part." He gestures to the machine behind him. Good god, I'm going to become a pile of goo.
"Really? Yeah!It's been a long time but I can do that." I'm glad I wore my jeans and booties today.