After our time at the laundry mat, I couldn’t stop thinking about my gentleman. Our schedules are hectic, so we had to be patient. In the mean time, he sent me flowers and left little gifts at my desk. I like to be spoiled and he likes to be teased. I looked for any opportunity to brush past him, grazing him with my tits or my ass across his package. In the break room I put my foot up on a chair to fix my heel, allowing him a good view up my skirt and down my shirt. I asked if I could do laundry at his place that night and he enthusiastically said yes and that he had no plans.
I had no intention of doing laundry. I went to his door in nothing but a long, double breasted jacket and heels. When he answered, I told him I forgot my clothes…all my clothes. He pulled me inside, pressed my body to his and kissed me with the same passion as before. I could feel him getting hard. I was already wet from the anticipation of greeting him like that, but I had plans for him.