A Second Trip to See Miss Cynthia - Sex Stories

A Second Trip to See Miss Cynthia

... attractive and had an air of sexiness about her. “Hi,” he began. “I didn’t have an appointment, but was hoping to find Miss Cynthia.” Before the woman could answer, Miss Cynthia came through the doorway and beamed a smile at Evan. “Mr. Sanders, how wonderful to see you again,” she said as she walked across the room to give Evan a hug. “To what do we owe the pleasure of seeing you again?” Evan had closely watched her walk across the room and admitted that while his memory of her was fairly good, it wasn’t good enough. Wearing a tight black skirt and white silk blouse, she was an absolute knockout. In her heels she stood about 5’ 10” and was round in all the right places. “I was just in the neighborhood and thought that I should stop in to let you help me pick out something for Laura.” Miss Cynthia’s hand reached out and ran down Evan’s tie. “Sweet Laura,” she said with a smile, “How is she?” Then she leaned over and whispered, “Is she still trying to hide those gorgeous breasts?” Evan laughed before answering, “To some degree, yes she is. She still tries to be exceptionally modest in the office.” Still holding on to his tie she looked into his eyes and said, “I’m so very happy to see you and I don’t mind saying that I’m not disappointed to see you without Laura.” Her other hand ran down the lapel of his jacket and she said, “I assume the things that you bought here on your last visit were satisfactory.” Evan had to laugh again, “Yes, I can certainly say that they achieved ...

... the desired goal. And I will assume that you understood that I was totally taken by surprise with that entire episode.” “Oh, there was no question about it. But then, that’s one of the nice things that we can do with a shop like this using our private dressing rooms,” she said with devilish smile. “Based on your reactions I’m guessing that you had no idea of what she had planned.” “Absolutely none,” he assured her. “We’ve worked together for several years and everything has always been very proper.” The look she gave him left him feeling like she didn’t believe his story, but it didn’t really matter if she did or not. He continued, “We’ve had a bit of a business success and I wanted to get something for Laura … some kind of reward for her work. But, I had no idea what to get until I saw your shop. I’m hoping you can help me out.” “Of course I can, Mr. Sanders,” she answered with a sensuous smile. “I’ll need you to call me Evan,” he said softly. “That’s lovely,” she answered, “And you’ll call me Cynthia. Some of my friends call me Cyn, if you’d prefer.” “Is Cyn spelled with an ‘S’ or a ‘C’"? Again she ran her hand down his tie and looked into his eyes. “I’ll let you tell me after we’ve found the right gift.” Evan didn’t really know what to think of this woman, but unless he was completely wrong she was coming on to him like a freight train. “I’m in your hands,” he offered. “If I remember correctly,” she said, “You don’t operate on a budget.” “I do not,” he replied. “You find me ...