ay mornings. At this particular staff meeting, I had to present on my team's progress. After my presentation, my boss lit into me with her criticisms. Usually, I'd sit there and take it then drow

up Akai

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ork.

ick, and meet me at y

middle of some importan

sted. If I was gonna to go to h

my boss asked indignantly, just as Akai's r

car, and headed his way. On the drive over my conscience spoke to me and I made a devil's bargain with my Lord and Savior to justify my actions. I was only going to let Akai finish doing to me what he had started in Gayle's

e. It had been a while since I'd been there, not since his divorce two years prior. I got out of my car and joined him up on his porch. I stood with my pulse racing, heart in

ed to sit on his face and wipe that smug smirk right off of

tush, I was sadly mistaken. He calmly walked over to his liquor stash and poured himsel

d finally, one

eing an ass about this, I can s

have worked so much better." He was right. Truth was, I was using aggression to hide my nervousness. Finally stan

," I explained, look

realized that he was indeed sporting a handsome bulge. He caught me looking as my pulse quickened and the room sudden

ft hand. His was served neat. For me, he stepped into the kitchen to retrieve some ice. I normally drank

e hall to his master bedroom suite. I stood at the threshold, trying to nurse my second drink, afraid

opened the sliding door and summoned me to join him. Akai's house was in the Haight Ashbury district of San Francisco -- he had purchased it just before the dot com boom made ever

and did as instructed. I couldn't help it really, the view was just so spectacular. There were people out, walking up and

ng hands on my hips held me in place. "Keep enjoying the view," he instructed, "and I'll do the same." I sighed and took another s

ighbor ou

e," I answered, taking another s

oss the street, usually out water

omeone talking about her, she looked ove

k." I did, and nearly jumped out of my skin

fact, standing there with my lower half exposed to his lustful gaze provided an added tingle between my thighs. It was in that instant that I realized just how well attuned Akai was to my psyche. He knew I needed the distraction, and he'd figured out that the ri

ed over my shoulder to see him just sitting, staring in admiration at my ass. A s

h?" I asked, impatiently craving the fe

h?" he asked, igno

my plan when I got

what happened that made you

he blood and sweat we put into this project and just started busting my- oh god!" Damn, that man had a way with his hands. As his thick muscu

me the story," he said, co

oncentrate while you'

u like me

my day's events while his fingers worked their magic, rolling, pressing an

ay," he complained, tugging at the

then" I suggeste

which allowed his fingers direct access to more of my flesh. I turned over my sho

o I'm gonna take my time and enjoy it." What could I say to that? A girl could ask for worse in a lover. I leaned over the railing, supporting my upper tor

led to myself, more confident in the effect I was having on him. I arched my back and pushed my butt closer to his face offering what I hoped would be an irresistible temptation. A second later I felt the coarse short hairs on his chin s

open and I knew he was studying me. My muscles clenched involuntarily from nervousness at being so wantonly displa

his face back inside and inhaling deeply. I shuddere

s it possible that yo

ly get sweaty in there during the course of a day. When I was a teenager I began to notice that when I took my clothes off at night I could smell myself getting ripe. My biggest fear bec

o make sure I washed away every single trace of potential stink. Over the years I experimented with applying different pow