DiscreetOfficeServices.Com Chapters 3--4 - Sex Stories

DiscreetOfficeServices.Com Chapters 3--4

... notice his not-so-furtive looks. As warmth and hot chocolate began thawing me out, Greg sighed forlornly and said, in a sad, half joking voice, "I guess my chance for a romantic night is shot to hell."

"The Magic 8 Ball says,'Not looking good'," I said. Then I relented and told Greg that I forgave him for making me wait in the cold. Greg was pleasant company as we began talking about my temp jobs and his classes. Where we grew up, etc. I began enjoying myself as I talked to someone of my generation who knew the same TV shows and music I was interested in. Greg described the intern job he was going to start at the end of the month after Christmas and New Years, while I told my lies about being an office temp.

An hour later, after more hot chocolate and sandwiches, Greg sighed and patted his satisfied stomach. "This has been great," he said brightly but then looked at his watch and sighed ruefully. "Great, but it's not even nine-thirty. Do you have any thoughts on what we can do? The next movies won't start until eleven or later. Is there something you can think of us doing or do you want to call it an early night?"

When I said I couldn't think of anything but didn't suggest making this an early night, Greg suggested, "I have snacks and beer at my place. We could watch TV or listen to music."

Greg crossed his forearms on the table and, leaning forwards, leered, "Of course. My offer of a romantic, erotic night is still on the table."

Thinking that a romantic ...

... night with a guy who wasn't paying for my body sounded good... Then I had a thought and feeling daring, I crossed my forearms on the table and leaned towards Greg. We were looking into each other's eyes as I replied in a low voice, "That offer seems to be on the table from every guy I go out with. Tell me, what makes your offer different from all the others? The kinda man I'd be interested in going to his apartment on a first date can make this night romantic and erotic starting now."

Greg leaned towards me over the small table and kissed me. A short, but very nice kiss that I returned. When he pulled away, I said, "That was nice... Very romantic. But you promised erotic, too."

Greg looked around at the scattered customers in eyesight and cleared his throat, "Umm, I don't think I can do erotic right now."

"Use your imagination," I replied. Greg struggled in thought for several moments. When he remained silent, I took pity on the poor guy.

"Tsk-tsk-tsk... No imagination," I chided. "What would you say if I could give you an erotic night you'll never forget without going to your apartment?"

"I'd say that your apartmentis closer."

I shook my head. "Not talking about my apartment."

Greg turned his head to look out a window where a light snow was now falling. Looking back at me, he seemed eager, "It's pretty cold outside but I'm game if you are."

I shook my head. "I'm talking about a place even closer. I bet you, that right here at the table, without even ...