copyright 2014 by groomleader
Part 2
The phone was ringing as I got home from a lunch date. Jennifer, my friend, who I was eager to turn into a friend with benefits, had been my date. We had been sitting close together, and under the table, she ran her hand up my thigh, turning my cock into a stiff rod, sliding her hands over the eager, throbbing bulge. Her loose dress had a wonderful gap in the front, she had been eager to lean foward as she pressed against me, my eyes gazed down into the valley between those luscious melons. She whispered to me that maybe it was time to go back to her place, and add the benefits to our friendship. Then fate stepped in, her cell phone went off, and her boss called, he was in a bind, and her needed her to come into work, NOW. I sighed, damn the bad luck. Jennifer apologized, and told me that our benefits would have to wait a little while. I drove her back to her place, so she could take her car to work. Looking mournfully at the hard bulge still tenting me up, she patted me.