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Todd & Cindy

... more clearly than it did when partially veiled by her tresses tumbling about her face as they did at work. Her ivory colored sweater clung invitingly to her breasts, and the neckline was just low enough to see the hint of the beginning of the breasts I had admired so often. I guess I must have looked like a teenager staring at his first girlfriend. Finally, Cindy gave a nervous little giggle. “Hey, Todd, going to stand there with your mouth open or you want to come in?” she said, clearly amused at my teenage-like behavior. As she turned to lead the way, I caught sight of her beige slacks hugging her cute little ass and wondered, is she not wearing any panties, or is it a thong? Can’t see any sign of anything under them. “Care for a drink?” Cindy asked. “I will have a little white wine, but not much as I certainly didn’t need a DUI on my record,” I responded quietly. She nodded and flashed her smile again. “Where are we going?” I asked as she didn’t seem to be making any movement to leave. “I have a very special place in mind. I have given this a lot of thought, and I am no more anxious to be seen having dinner together than I imagine you are. The place I have selected is very private, secluded, and has some of the greatest pasta you’ve ever tasted,” she replied with that mysterious little smile flashing across her face. “Sounds like a great place, how far is it from here?” I asked. “About twelve feet,” she replied nonchalantly. With that, she took my hand and led me to the ...

... dining room. The table was exquisitely set, complete with candles and flowers as a center piece. “Hope you approve,” she smiled. “Looks great to me. I was a little concerned about the privacy issue, now all I wonder is if one of our employees lives next door or something like that.” “Not to worry, no one knows where I live and I have never seen anyone from the company the whole time I have lived here. I’ll be right back with the wine.” Moments later Cindy placed the wine on the table, turned the CD player on and sat across from me. Although the small table made it easy to talk, I purposely spoke in a low voice knowing that Cindy would lean forward. As she did, I could see inside her sweater. Her breasts were clearly visible up to where they disappeared inside her very low cut lacy black bra. I guess I must have taken a quick little breath because Cindy looked at me with a smile. “Something wrong, Todd?” Cindy asked with her little smile growing. “Not that I can see,” I replied with a nervous little chuckle. Her face colored slightly, so I picked up my wine glass and held it up as if proposing a toast. “To a pleasant evening,” I whispered. “To a very pleasant evening,” she replied as we clinked our glasses together. Dinner was fantastic and the conversation stimulating as Cindy told me about her life and how she came to be an accountant working in small industry. She then went on to tell about her wild and carefree years before settling down and completing college. I would have ...