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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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have no idea how many times we fucked that weekend, but as we remained naked most of the time, it was as often as we could manage it. Some times it was fast fucking as it was Friday night, but other times it was slower lovemaking.
Monday at work seemed strange, looking at Katie across the Office and not being able to speak as much as wanted to even though we had spent most of the weekend together and naked. At lunchtime, we found a reason to go together, and she told me she had missed me last night and wanted us to have some fun today in the toilet as we often did.
After we had eaten, we met up in the disabled toilet, and I bought her to a loud orgasm as usual. I returned to my desk as normal. It seemed to take Katie longer than usual to return, and when she did, she seemed distant. I didn't expect chat, but we usually glance and smile at each other, but there was nothing. Maybe she was worried about her boyfriend returning home later. However, she was the same the next morning. Oh well, hormones I guess!
After lunch, not with Katie, I headed for the lift. As the doors were closing, I heard a woman’s voice call, “Hold the doors, please.”
I stopped the doors closing and was rewarded by the sight of a stunning black woman, “Thank you.” She said.
She was stunning, and her perfume filled the lift. Shannon, who I have told you about before is a light brown colour, but this woman was black. Her hair was braided and long, her lips were full with a natural pout, and her nose had that broad end, that black people have, but it was a delicate nose. I don't think she had any makeup on, but as I said, her perfume was amazing.
“I love your hair,” I said as I pressed my floor button.
“Thank you.”
“You smell amazing too,” I added.
“Thank you again.” She smiled. Then as the lift slowed down at her floor, she spoke again, “My name is Lily.”
“Hi Lily, I’m Phil,” the doors were opening, “I hope I see you again
“Oh, you will, Phil,” and with that, she stepped out of the lift and was gone.
The strange thing was that over the next couple of days, I kept seeing Lily, in the lift, in the restaurant, in the stairwell, and as I left in the evenings. We always said ‘hi’, but not much more. Katie was still a little distant, so this new attention, if it was attention was welcome.
On Thursday morning, around 10 am, I received a text from a number I did not know.
‘Hi Phil, meet me for lunch, at 1 pm in the cafe across the road.’
I was puzzled but replied, ‘who is this?’
‘Come to lunch and find out.’
I didn't feel there was any risk, in fact, it was rather exciting, so just before 1, I left the Office and crossed the road. As soon as I walked in, I saw her, Lily, sitting at a table on her own.
“So are you the anonymous texter? “
“I could be,”
“How did you get my number?”
“From Katie.” |
