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Unknown Admirer

Megan is 30 single never married tall 5'6" with slender curvy body shoulder length brown hair. " When did this get here?" I ask those around me, holding up an interoffice mail envelope. I shrugged my shoulders and opened the envelope. Inside is a plain white letter-size envelope addressed to me. I open it pulling out the letter. I sat after reading the first sentence, finishing it quickly. The letter is from a unknown admirer, a woman that has a crush on me. She's invited me to lunch on Saturday, the following day. She will be distinguished from the other women at the Passion Café by wearing red. " Welcome to Passion Café," a young raven-haired hostess told me as I entered. Megan sat at the bar wondering if I would show up, the cool night air had an effect of making her nipples harden under her dress; they stood out like two bullets, making peaks in the tight fitting, stretchy material. She had decided not to wear a bra, as it would have spoiled the fit. She had considered going without panties as well, since the dress fitted like a second skin, but decided that might be going too far, in the end she had opted for her smallest pair. She is also beginning to feel more than a little horny, her nipples are rock hard and they rub on the material of her dress sending shock waves to her pussy and clit. She feels more than a little frustration at sitting there nervously waiting; there are men around and she wished that one of them were the one she had invited, she is growing ever ...

... hornier by the minute at the thought of a with a big cock. Musing on the hard cock she needed to satisfy her need. Before she can turn around, I whispered in her ear; " I'm here. In my experience, women who wear dresses like yours usually like to be the center of attention." She did not recognize the voice and went to turn around. A hand on her arm prevented her; it is gentle but unyielding at the same time. " Don't turn around; I want to enjoy you without you seeing my face. Are you going to turn around if I take my hand away?" I asked, Megan shook her head. When I took my hand away, Megan stammered " I was hoping you would accept my invitation." I whisper in her ear, " Oh, I know exactly what kind of woman you are, a little bird tells me that your not getting any. That you have no boyfriend." Megan tried to pull away but I'm to strong, I held her arm tightly, preventing her from turning round. She racked her brains, trying to think who might have told me about her and her former boyfriend. As though I had read her mind, I chuckled. " Trying to work out who told me, I wouldn't bother if I were you." Megan feels conflicting emotions at my sudden appearance. At first, she feels fear; all she knew is that I'm behind her I had approached silently. She relaxed a bit, feeling excitement; her musings about me coming to the cafe. As I talked, I lowered my face to place a kiss at the base of Megan's neck where it met her collarbone. She shivers involuntarily. Despite the cool evening, ...