Glamour Shots, Chapter 23 - Sex Stories

Glamour Shots, Chapter 23

... much warmer friendship; what it might morph into now neither of us was certain, and I could tell that she was as concerned about that as I was. “Just something to think about, Marce. Start slow if we start at all, and take our time. Let it move at its own pace.” She seemed to be considering the idea of us getting together with them just for intimate touching and sex play without any actual intercourse. She suddenly grinned, nodding, and said, “You know, that might be fun. What a great way to get to intimately know each other, just fondling and stroking, maybe licking a bit.” She giggled. “That has serious potential – tell Alli that she’s brilliant, will you?” I laughed. “I will, but she already knows that; I tell her all the time!” I slapped my hand down on her desk, closing the discussion with a bang. “Should we try to get some work done today, or are we just going to hang out here and talk sex all day?” “I’m fine with that second one – my panties are already wet, so the damage is done. Good thing you brought me a dry pair, actually.” I dropped my head into my hands. “Jeez, Marce…” “Don’t ‘jeez’ me – it’s not as though I haven’t noticed your considerable trouser-tent!” I sighed. “On that note I believe I’ll take my tent – and my red face – into my own office and see if I can focus on work for a change. You should do the same.” “Oooh, I love it when you get all bossy… especially when you have such a nice pants bulge!” I laughed and shook my head as I walked away. “Sometimes ...

... I feel like Rodney Dangerfield. Get busy, woman!” I heard her giggle as I closed my door behind me, hoping for some privacy while my raging erection subsided. As it turned out I got that, and actually achieved a considerable amount of progress on several things I had going on over the first two days of that week. By the time I left work on Tuesday evening I was starting to feel pretty good about a couple of deals that were coming together, and less pressured by a backlog of projects. I was in a very good mood when I got home that night, and having Ruby greet me at the door with unabashed enthusiasm and love only increased my sense of well-being. I stripped out of my coat and gloves just inside the door, and draped my suit coat and tie over the railing at the foot of the stairs before going in search of Allison. I found her in the kitchen, in front of the sink, rinsing a clump of broccoli under cold water. She was wearing a simple navy-blue dress with tiny white polka-dots, which featured a conservative bodice that tapered in to show off her narrow waist; the skirt below flared out gently over her hips and fell to her knees. I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her back against me. “Hi babe; I’m home.” She turned her head for a kiss, and we shared some lip work and a few brief nuzzles. “I knew you were when Ruby went flying out of here. She seemed eager to see you.” “Because she knows I’m awesome.” She giggled. “Well, of course! Dogs are great judges ...