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I’m back to feeling as if I’m in my true form, but I’m interrupted by her again.
“Is there a fee for hosting the event?” she asks.
Her tone is still curt.
“Yes…” I reply, realizing that she has an angle here, and that that angle isn’t parallel, as in, underneath me, like I would like it to be.
“How much?” she wants to know.
“$100,000,” is my answer.
She is silent on the phone for a few seconds. I wonder what she’s thinking.
“Okay, you can have your auction at the flower shop,” she says after a few seconds.
Before I can talk, she adds, “Just to clarify, I will not be participating in the auction. This isn’t my sort of thing. I’m just glad for the business opportunity of hosting the event. And I’m taking a big risk here, since if word gets out that I’m doing this, my flower shop will be killed off before it even has the chance to be mine. So, can you please ask your friend Brian to keep this on the down low better than he was doing in the shop?”
“Okay, yes, I agree. I’ll tell him. It sounds like we have a deal. I’ll call you later on, during the week, to discuss further details,” I reply, trying to match her curt tone.
“Sounds good. I will be expecting your call,” she replies, sounding very professional, and then she hangs up.
I chuckle to myself as I hang up my own phone. I’m still amused by her curt tone and responses, and I’m back in good spirits because I could sense that she was trying to sound aloof, when really, she wants me. I have no doubts that I’ll be able to convince her to be a part of the auction.
Plus, I look forward to passing her message along to Brian. She’s right – he shouldn’t be so obviously obsessed with this goal of his that he goes and spoils it by blabbing his mouth too loudly about our auction plans.
I’m thankful that she called and I got her message while I was still at home. I’m not expected to be at the office for a while, so I sit back in my recliner and imagine what it would be like, winning the date with her.
I have no doubt that she would be reluctant at first, like she was on the phone. I would have to soften her up with some dinner, maybe a few glasses of wine. I like her feisty spirit, but I wonder what it would be like if she were more relaxed. She would probably be more willing to let me kiss her or touch her.
That thought doesn’t turn me on as much as the thought of her resisting me. My dick grows hard at the image of her pulling away from me a little as she tries to fend off my kisses.
Her body is rigid in my arms at first, but gradually she loosens up for me. I start stroking my dick as I imagine her legs crossed, trying to keep me out. Finally, she lets me in though, because I’m kissing her neck and her lips in a way that drives her crazy.
She pretends not to enjoy it, but I know deep down that she really does.
I imagine myself exploring her body with my hands.
My fingers sliding all over her clit, as well as inside of her.
Will she moan for me?
I keep stroking myself as I imagine that I’m sliding my fingers inside her tight little pussy hole a few times. I can feel her wetness and I know she’s ready for me. I slide my dick in her pussy and feel its walls wrap around me.
I tighten my grip on my dick, pretending that it’s her pussy. I hope that it feels this tight and good when I do actually have sex with her. I picture her clawing at me, pulling on the sheets of my bed in desire.
As I continue to touch myself, the fantasy changes. She’s going down on me. I hold her by the hair as her mouth moves up and down. I can feel myself sliding deeper into her mouth each time.
She’s fucking incredible!
I feel myself hit the back of her throat. I can’t help but cum in my hand as I imagine myself cumming in her mouth.
Then I go to the bathroom to clean up and get ready for work. I won’t relent until I have her in that auction. I have never been one to give up easily and I don’t intend to start now.
I want her and will do everything I can to get her.
She can only resist me for so long.
As I dress for work, I remember my promise to call her during the week. I think an in-person visit would be better, though. I can meet her at her flower shop.
