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“Not recently,” Reece said. “I think he might have left. He’s got a lot going on right now.”
“Oh,” I said, feeling a slight pang of disappointment.
I tried to tell myself it had just been a brief moment with a stranger. It really meant nothing.
I just couldn’t shake the feeling that I knew him somehow. It must have been from one of the social events I had worked. Gia had a party planning business and we often worked together, with her doing the planning and me doing the catering. Reece had put money into advertising her business, and it had turned out to be a boon for both of us.
Mike said he was Reece’s friend, and that, of course, was why he was here, so it only stood to reason that I had met him in the past. But I didn’t clearly recall when it would have been, and I couldn’t help but find it odd that I hadn’t seen him at any of the social events I had been to with Gia and Reece. Reece had quite a few buddies and they were always tagging along with us, but I really didn’t think Mike had been one of them that I’d met before.
I quickly searched my and Gia’s On the Go pages to see if either of us were tagged in a photo with him or had any check-ins with him, or any articles about us being out and about together. There was nothing there to inform me of where I might have met him. So perhaps I hadn’t, and he just seemed familiar because he was the man of my dreams.
I know how cheesy that just sounded. But I couldn’t help thinking it.
It was not only his familiarity that had caught my attention. He was also so damn sexy. Tall and well-muscled. He even had a few well-placed tattoos. Not only that, but he had made me laugh, which wasn’t always easy to do, especially when I’m working an event, because I liked to stay dedicated and focused on what I was doing.
I also could have sworn he had been staring at my tits. He was hardly the first. They were so big they tended to attract attention just by existing, but he really seemed to want them. It seemed as if he was thinking about what it would be like to cover them in icing and lick it off. A notion I found quite enjoyable to think about myself.
My pussy was getting wet by the time I got home. I ignored it and tried to get down to the business of the night. Holmes and Watson rubbed up against my legs, purring as I got their food out of the cupboard.
I had heard that cats were affectionate only when it served their agenda but sometimes, I thought my two seemed to be the exception. Maybe they just liked my delightful personality when I talked to them.
Yes, I was that kind of cat lady, and I enjoyed knitting and raising houseplants, too. But they abandoned me as soon as the food was in their bowl, chomping away happily, and I was back to thinking cats were selfish but that was okay because I still loved them.
Leaving them to their food, I headed down the hall, taking off my shirt as I went. Stripping naked, I got in the shower, images of Mike still in my head as I washed and rinsed.
I pulled on a towel and headed to the bedroom, slipping naked under the cool sheets. Once there, I found myself wounding about Mike’s cock. How big it was. How it would feel inside me.
I had been around a bit and was well familiar with both sex and the average size of men. I had never met such a handsome and tall guy as Mike, though. He didn’t seem like he would be average in anything and having him fuck me would be incomparable.
I imagined him standing naked in front of me. His huge cock standing at attention. My hand found its way down to my pussy, cupping it softly.
I let out a gasp as the pleasure went through me. I was always really sensitive and, after years of practice, knew just how to touch myself to bring about the strongest responses.
I pictured getting on my knees, looking up at him. Taking his cock in my hand, I swirled my tongue around its head, keeping my eyes on his as he stroked my cheek.
Moving his hand to the back of my head, he pulled me gently forward. Taking the hint, I took his cock into my mouth, getting it about halfway into my mouth.
Taking in a deep breath, both in my head and in real life, I imagined sucking him, still holding his cock, working the shaft with my hand as I sucked, cupping his balls with my other hand. I imagined him closing his eyes and moaning as I did so.
