Hands On My Body - Sex Stories

Hands On My Body

... stirred me deeply and I needed release. I was tempted to go to the office happy hour and blow off some steam. But as I left Jack's office I began to think it might make more sense for me to deny myself much social interaction -- even to see if I could abstain from cumming all weekend so that I'd be at a boiling point by the time Tuesday rolled around.

Without analyzing too much I went by my workstation, grabbed my bag and headed for the door and home. This was going to be torture trying to avoid orgasm all weekend, but if I concentrated on our trip to Richmond, I was pretty sure I could do it.

I spent the weekend shopping, getting a mani/pedi, and figuring out what I would be taking with me to Richmond. It was only an overnight trip, but I wanted to make sure I had some wardrobe flexibility depending on how things went -- and how the city council voted.

On Sunday I got a Brazilian wax, but opted to go bare on my mound. I have always found a Brazilian makes me so sexually sensitive for a few days, in a good way. I wasn't totally sure where things were going with Jack, but I sure as hell was going to be prepared if it went as I hoped.

By Monday things felt normal again and Friday afternoon's conversation already felt like a distant memory. We spent Monday finalizing our presentation and getting ready for the next night's meeting. Our chat on Friday over wine never came up and it began to feel like it had never happened. But, I knew it had and I figured Jack was ...

... laying low for the time being.

I dressed casually on Tuesday, like it was any other day. I wore jeans, boots and a modest top. I left my overnight bag in the car, not wanting to drag it into the office for scrutiny. Jack seemed aloof and preoccupied and I could tell the approaching meeting was weighing on him. After lunch he texted and told me to meet him out in front of the office at 3pm sharp.

Penny wished me luck with a sweet smile as I got up to leave just before 3. I retrieved my bag from my car and saw a sleek black Audi approaching the entrance as I stepped onto the curb. Jack popped out wearing a button-down white shirt, blue jeans and sunglasses. He smiled as he held the driver's door open for me.

"Your chauffeur has arrived," I joked, climbing into the comfortable driver's seat. "Just in time," he replied, as he shut the door behind me. I adjusted the seat and mirrors as he walked around the car and settled into the passenger seat. He pointed out a few things on the dashboard and we were off.

"Get us out to I-64 and head east. I'll give you directions when we get closer. It's just over an hour." We got onto the interstate and headed toward Richmond. It was a sparkling summer afternoon and the car drove like a dream. Jack opened his laptop and was reviewing numbers and preparing for questions. It was a quiet ride, but the anticipation was building. As we approached downtown he steered me onto I-95 and had me take the 3rd Street exit. A few turns later we ...