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“That’s an improvement, at least,” I said, my hand still feeling warm, cozy and small inside his. “Are you going to stay?”

“Not sure yet. We didn’t really have a plan when we came over, aside from getting signed. Now that we’ve done that, things are pretty open. Seth got us work visas, but we’ll have to see what immigration has to say.”

It was as if that subject of conversation gave him just the kick he needed to ask me what I was dying for him to ask. As if he was already toying with the idea, but then the notion of him having to leave the country seemed to make him jump headfirst into it.

“Would you like to get together after work sometime?” he asked. “I’d love it if you could show me around town.”

My cheeks burned furiously with a mixture of excitement, anticipation and embarrassment that I’d somehow screw this up, especially considering that I wasn’t even quite sure what the question was about.

Was giving him a tour around town a job requirement or was he asking me out on a date?

I was pretty sure it was the latter, but I didn’t want to mess up.

“Sure,” is all I said in reply.

“Okay, how about tonight?” he asked, squeezing my hand in another telltale sign that this was going to be a date, not a job assignment.

“Sounds good,” I told him.

“Great, we should finish recording about six.”

We exchanged contact information and made preliminary plans to meet up later. Then I returned to my bike, legs again wobbling, a distinct wetness south of my border. I still had lots of time left on my lunch break, which didn’t actually start until one, making me think the food delivery to The Sanctuary was going to be a regular thing.

The very thought filled me with joy. I would be able to see Stig even during what were meant to be work hours. It wasn’t quite an office romance, but it was pretty close.

As if I was unable to get home soon enough, I leapt from my metal steed and hauled booty into the building, the heat inside me reaching critical mass. I needed to get release, or I was at risk of going mad.

Glad I was wearing a dress with a side zipper, I was soon stripped down to nothing and laying on my bed in record time. Cool, fresh air wafted in through the partially open window, playing at my aching pussy, making me tingle. Finally, I got down to business.

Trying to relax, I stroked my belly first, slipping my hand gradually further down to my pussy. My fingers caressed my lips first. To get nice and ready, I started in light circles, playing with my vulva as well as applying gentle pressure to my clit.

Closing my eyes, I worked a finger inside my pussy hole and let my mind wander where it may, which was obviously to Stig, since it had never strayed far from him in the first place.

I didn’t recognize the room my mind went to. From what I could see, there might not have even been one. The space around the bed was cast in darkness. I didn’t have to look, though, because I knew Stig was coming.

The first touch landed on my right foot, light as a feather. Working his way up my leg, he went back down the other, paying particular attention to my feet, which was a sure way to get me aroused.

When I was ready, Stig worked his way up again. His warm hands were soft, but for the very tips of his right hand where he had well-earned callouses.

“Oh,” I gasped, as he caressed my pussy lips with his wetted thumb, getting me into an even higher state of excitement.

Pleasuring me in ways I’d never thought possible, using nothing but his hands, he slipped two fingers inside me. He was tenderly working my pussy as he spiraled his tongue around on my clit, making me moan with delight.

When I was good and ready, almost losing count of the orgasms he’d brought me to, he put his hands on my thighs. Opening my legs even wider, he pulled me down toward him.

The head of his hard and ready cock was nearly bumping against my pussy. He got me into position, with my ankles up on his shoulders, his strong body completely dominating me as he stroked his cock against me.

My pussy ached for him, wanting him to fuck me until I screamed.

After halfway easing his cock in inch by inch, making me feel the edges up against my pussy walls, he paused, as if giving me time to adjust to being filled so completely. Then he fucked me, first slow but then building up to hard, until I exploded with an orgasm.

I couldn’t help but moan out his name.

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