J: when do you work again?
Me: it’s like you know! I work tonight.
J: I’m gonna go by.
I spend a little extra time trying to make sure I look decent before I leave the house. I use a few sprits of my favorite perfume, toss on some dusting powder, and pick out a cute but also comfortable pair of panties.
He walks in and I’m already eye fucking him. I didn’t relaize I was attracted to him so much until recently. My pussy nearly pulses at the thought of him touching me. We get to the usual bullshit, we sit on a tiny couch and talk about things. He shares pictures of girls he’s talking to, we laugh about how I didn’t fuck him the first time and we flirt like I’ve never flirted with anyone else before.
He heads to the back where another couple awaits, I’m secretly hoping he doesn’t interact with them. I hear moaning, and my heart sinks. 15 minutes pass and he comes out from the back, I mention I’d rather not know and he swears he didn’t do anything with them. I believe him.