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Investments control

... through the locks of hair that fell across her face and I wondered if she was conscious of the effect she was having on me. I had trouble keeping my eyes of her. Although she was fifteen years older than the groupies that usually occupied my bed, married and probably had kids I found myself enormously attracted to her. Occasionally she moved her legs a little and the split in her skirt gave me an enticing glimpse of her wonderful stocking clad thighs. I found myself wondering what it would be like to have my head between them and almost got an instant hard on. The temperature in the lift was steadily rising and after about an hour Andrea took off the business jacket she was wearing. While she was removing her garment, she pushed her breasts forward and her sexy bra was outlined against the thin material. That just increased my discomfort. I could feel my jeans tightening around my loins as blood rushed to my my prick, but adjusting myself was out of the question. Such a blatant action could have caused embarrassment for the both of us and from my part, might have put an end to the show I was enjoying. Sweat began to break out and my t-shirt started sticking to my back. Happily I wasn't the only one feeling the heat. Maybe Andrea had forgotten where she was and who she was with, but that didn't stop her undoing a couple of buttons on her blouse. Next she reached into her handbag and pulled out a handkerchief and began dabbing the perspiration trickling down towards her ...

... chest. This was a beautiful sight to behold, simply because when she removed her hand and leaned forward, I had a perfect view of her tanned breasts encompassed by sexy lingerie. I wondered if she was wearing a matching set. Now I really had to clamp my jaws together to prevent me from giving myself away. ***** "Shit." I opened my eyes and saw Andrea chuck her iPhone towards the handbag. "What's up," I asked, suddenly aware that I had dozed off. "Battery's almost dead, and I don't have a socket here," she said irritatedly. "Oh and by the way, you snore." I looked at her and apologized but she waved a hand dismissively. "It wasn't that bad, I've heard worse," she informed me humorously. "You're not sitting in front of a power socket are you?" she asked hopefully. I shook my head. "Doesn't matter if I was," I replied casually, "The electric is cut off, remember?" "Oh I hadn't forgotten, but I assumed that the emergency power could handle one little telephone charger." "Probably could," I agreed, "but seeing as there's no socket here, the point's mute." She gave me a 'aren't you a smart arse' look, and reached for her handbag. As she rummaged inside I could see her breasts bobbing around. Most enjoyable. "How long have we been sitting here," she asked exasperated at not finding what she was looking for. I checked my mobile. "Almost two hours." "Jesus, it's no wonder I'm feeling all cramped up," she said, her voice sounding strained. She immediately stood up. I could see I wasn't the ...