25-10-2022, 08:21 AM
My God. Am I flirting with Amy Jackson? She really is hot. Nice ass... A nice pair of legs and a fantastic, gift from the heavens in her tits. There was another stir in my trousers as I shifted from foot to foot.
"Fuckin' A right?" She said with a big cheesy grin, she didn't seem all too bothered about the fact that she was just clad in her panties.
"Right... Hey, how come you're not more... I dunno? Trying to cover yourself up?"
"I beg your pardon?" She asked, cocking her head to one side.
I pointed at the fact that she was just clad in her panties. She smiled and nodded her head.
"Oh, I got you! Yeah, it's weird, I do all these photo shoots in barely anything that I just kind of get used to it. Sometimes, when I'm home alone I forget to wear anything!"
Oh God take me now. I said to myself, which made her grin and grind her foot into the floor playfully.
"Well, Jacob... Any ideas on what we can do for an hour?" She asked, smiling a flirty grin over at me. Was she flirting too?
I laughed and looked at the floor. "I have a couple of ideas but I don't want to get slapped. So... The only way I could touch that one would be with a ten-foot pole."
"Well... A ten-foot pole may be a bit much..." She said, a mischievous grin danced across her face. "What about a smaller pole? Say eight inches?"
HOLY SHIT. She was flirting with me! A no good lower levels guy? Nearly a complete stranger?
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It had been a while since I had to flirt, so I desperately tried to think of something clever to say. Gunning to keep the conversation going in the direction that both I and apparently, she appeared to want it to go. Patting myself down, as if feeling for something I spoke up.
"Never mind, don't have either of those on me anyway."
Being the brash individual I am, I began patting down my pockets again. Not really certain of how she'd react, I patted down by my crotch, making sure to flatten the denim showing off my hard-on. Amy's eyes locked straight on to the dick and didn't waiver from it. She licked her ruby red lips, after getting a good look at its hardness.
"Nope. No ten-foot pole here I'm afraid."
Amy was quiet for a few moments as she stared at my crotch. "You're hard..." She whispered, her eyes not leaving my groin. "How did that happen?"
How I answered this next question was probably going to change the entire mood of the lift.
"Your tits. They made me hard." I said, looking down her impressive cleavage, I grinned and nodded towards her melons. "It's not like they're hidden."
Amy looked down and realized that she had bent over and he could see down her magnificent valley. In a raspy whisper, she brought her arms forward and pushed them together. "And just what about my tits made you so hard?"
Not being able to break my lock with her tits, I spoke softly. "Do you really want to know?"
She nodded like a sultry demon. Slowly, my eyes drifted up to meet hers. Amy stepped forward, closing the gap between the two of us. She put her arms on either side of me and pushed her luscious body up against mine, her tits crushing against my chest.
"Fuckin' A right?" She said with a big cheesy grin, she didn't seem all too bothered about the fact that she was just clad in her panties.
"Right... Hey, how come you're not more... I dunno? Trying to cover yourself up?"
"I beg your pardon?" She asked, cocking her head to one side.
I pointed at the fact that she was just clad in her panties. She smiled and nodded her head.
"Oh, I got you! Yeah, it's weird, I do all these photo shoots in barely anything that I just kind of get used to it. Sometimes, when I'm home alone I forget to wear anything!"
Oh God take me now. I said to myself, which made her grin and grind her foot into the floor playfully.
"Well, Jacob... Any ideas on what we can do for an hour?" She asked, smiling a flirty grin over at me. Was she flirting too?
I laughed and looked at the floor. "I have a couple of ideas but I don't want to get slapped. So... The only way I could touch that one would be with a ten-foot pole."
"Well... A ten-foot pole may be a bit much..." She said, a mischievous grin danced across her face. "What about a smaller pole? Say eight inches?"
HOLY SHIT. She was flirting with me! A no good lower levels guy? Nearly a complete stranger?
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It had been a while since I had to flirt, so I desperately tried to think of something clever to say. Gunning to keep the conversation going in the direction that both I and apparently, she appeared to want it to go. Patting myself down, as if feeling for something I spoke up.
"Never mind, don't have either of those on me anyway."
Being the brash individual I am, I began patting down my pockets again. Not really certain of how she'd react, I patted down by my crotch, making sure to flatten the denim showing off my hard-on. Amy's eyes locked straight on to the dick and didn't waiver from it. She licked her ruby red lips, after getting a good look at its hardness.
"Nope. No ten-foot pole here I'm afraid."
Amy was quiet for a few moments as she stared at my crotch. "You're hard..." She whispered, her eyes not leaving my groin. "How did that happen?"
How I answered this next question was probably going to change the entire mood of the lift.
"Your tits. They made me hard." I said, looking down her impressive cleavage, I grinned and nodded towards her melons. "It's not like they're hidden."
Amy looked down and realized that she had bent over and he could see down her magnificent valley. In a raspy whisper, she brought her arms forward and pushed them together. "And just what about my tits made you so hard?"
Not being able to break my lock with her tits, I spoke softly. "Do you really want to know?"
She nodded like a sultry demon. Slowly, my eyes drifted up to meet hers. Amy stepped forward, closing the gap between the two of us. She put her arms on either side of me and pushed her luscious body up against mine, her tits crushing against my chest.
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