Smut With A Smirk

Daydreaming about penetrating into her field of investigation as I watch her lusciously brush the red onto her newly tended fingernails. Cuticles trimmed. Nails filed to a delicious point now shimmer in the candlelight. I dream on. She smiles. She knows that she and only she has this effect on me. Others found me a chore. Hard work for hardly a reward. Just thinking of her makes me board. Hard as ... that is. Her scent so near has me nearly bursting out my barn-door. Kicking my stall. It is all I can do to keep my hands off myself. She knows. She delays. Her lips pucker as she gently blows the wet red polish. Not to hurry the drying but to tease me more. She gives me a fleeting glance. She gives my crotch a longer look. My hand precariously close in anticipation rests on my thigh. A nod from her I would be out and taken by my own hand. Instead she raised her index finger. The index finger that will smear the pre-cum around the knob on the throbbing tip, looming above her trailin...

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November 29 Nothing. Weeks of nothing. Calls into Annie's office were just that. Calls into Annie's office. Deliveries to Ellen Joy's studio were just that. Deliveries to Ellen Joy's studio. Even when Tasha leaned over my shipping desk in her flouncy disco dress late on a Friday requesting a rush shipment was only that and not a prelude to prepping Annie and Tasha for their night out on the town. Just a peek at Tasha's pert little breast to entice me to stay late and ship her special order out. Then there was Rene. So busy doing her course work that I did nothing but speak with her over the phone. Even Ms. Spain no longer teased and flirted with me nor called me her "Pumpkin" of late.  Perhaps it was my difficulty in meeting her eyes after my "Halloween Hallucination" as I now thought of it. So it has been. Work. Catching glimpses of Tami's tiny tush swishing indifferently through the warehouse and me dolefully beating off to ...

November 7 Three days at work and no reaction from Tami. Just her usual diffident self.  I got in early the first day after the weekend and nosed around the shop. Nothing. Not a clue of anything out of the usual.  I suppose I could read something into the fact that Annie has not had any "special projects" during or after work hours, but even that could mean nothing. Annie runs hot and cold and never acknowledges anything until she calls me into her office, locks the door behind me, and sets the tone of whether she wants to take charge or if it is my turn to show her what I really want to "that big arsed tit-less girl friend of mine." I suppose I could try to defend Rene, but I have found it more useful to channel that energy into fucking the hell out of Annie's curvy full grown woman's body. As Annie strips off my shirt she often comments how my muscles have grown while I sweat and furiously hump her rump spread out on her shop foreman's desk...

November 2 I called Tami a couple of times today. No answer. I was starting to get concerned.  I had no recollection of getting her home, or even how I got home Halloween. I even went so far as to drive by work once I was able to move and get dressed. Her car was not there, which was good. I guess. I know she took the day off after our concert night out as well. I never would have thought I needed a whole day to recover from some musical fun. I had not expected the end of the evening to turn out as it did. If only I could remember. It had been a tough recovery day, if indeed I was recovering. Images and strange sensations flowed over me at the most inopportune times. As I flopped around feeling both extremely drained and extremely horny I realized I had an excellent real life vision to whack off to. I now had kissed Tami, seen her wonderful little body stretched out in candle light. Glimpsed a shimmer of moisture between her toned ...