Working Hard or Hardly Working? Chapter 2
Allen said he knew I would get the job. It made me feel like he may have got the job for me. Or maybe he pulled a few favors? I wasn't sure but I was glad to get out of the building and head home to get into something more comfortable and sexy.
Allen and I had been seeing each other for about two years now. He was my first boyfriend I ever had sex with. He complained a little now and then about having to wait on me to say yes to have sex with him. But he reassured me that he wasn't going anywhere and I was worth his wait. He has had to explain a lot of things to me, as I was pretty naive before meeting him. I guess I still am in some ways. I am pretty old fashioned and don't like to rush things. Our sex life is very good but it does seem to be in a small rut lately. I often feel like I am letting him down from his previous, more experienced girlfriends he had before me.
We have talked about living together, but again, I don't like to rush into things. I really don't want to live with him now that we have had sex before we getting married. I want something to be new for our wedding, something to look forward to. Allen doesn't always agree to my wanting to wait, but he never argues them with me. He is a good guy and I am lucky to have him.
As I drove home, the vibration of the road in my car seem to be more sensual than normal. I could feel I was very wet and very aroused. I wasn't sure where this was coming from as after our hug, Allen only gave me a quick peck on the lips and told me he had to finish up a few things inside. As I concentrated on trying to figure out where my stimulation started from thoughts of Michelle and her actions flooded my mind.
Michelle had long dark flowing curly locks. Her eyes were bright green but ... Oh! How they were smoldering by the end of our interview. I squirmed in my car's seat at the thought of her eyes consumed me. As I shifted the gears down to come to a stop, my legs rubbed together while working the clutch and break, I could feel more wetness building between my pussy's lips.
Michelle was probably five six at the most. She wore a subdued suit but couldn't hide her shape. Her bust line was very well endowed. Her waist was small. Her hips where round but smaller than her bust. Her skirt was uncommonly short and had a very high slit in it for a business suit. The suit was light blue and seemed to enhance her eyes. OH! Her eyes again! Why can I not get her out of my mind?
Her voice seemed to be ringing non-stop in my head. Thoughts of her touches and suggestive comments rerun in my mind over and over again. She made me feel edgy and uncomfortable. I couldn't explain to myself why though. Why should a woman be making me feel this way? A woman can't force herself on me like a man could. A woman can't sexually attack another woman. I must be just in some silly mood caused by the excitement of a new job.
I pulled into my parking spot to my apartment. Got to my feet and shifted and adjusted my skirt. My panties felt soaked.
