A Grope In The Gloom

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I knew that he would be wearing his kilt today. He had told me about it the other day. What I didn’t expect was my visceral reaction to seeing him in it. He’s not perfect. Not the “tall, dark, and handsome” type. Still, he does it for me.And seeing him come to work in his kilt, with the heavy boots, tight t-shirt, and big thick belt, got my juices flowing. The tattoo on the back of his right calf highlighted his dense muscularity.I had dressed a little sexier than usual, wearing a long skirt and a wispy blouse. Nothing too revealing, but maybe enough to catch his attention. I wore a sexy bra that allowed my large breasts the slightest bit of shimmy as I walked.We’re both otele gelen escort married. He’s happy. I’m not. I want a diversion. He wants a working relationship.Fine.But while I was in the back putting supplies in the broom closet, he came down the narrow hallway to wash his hands. I couldn’t resist a quick grope, all in good fun, as I squeezed down the hall behind him.And so, after all of that good-natured joking about what men wear under their kilts, I found out the truth. Seriously, there was nothing there but him. I felt his smooth cock and balls hanging, all warm and heavy and dry.Of course, when I grabbed balgat escort his scrotum from behind, his head came up so fast that he nearly took out the paper towel dispenser. I felt his dick jump against my fingers and watched a shudder run up his back.”Maria!” he hissed. “What the hell?””Oh my!” I said, still surprised, both at my boldness and his near-nudity.I couldn’t feel his dick hanging against my hand any longer. Leaning down just a bit, I slid my hand forward and felt it again, thickening and rising against the front of his kilt.I heard the catch in his breath as I wrapped my hand around it and stroked elvankent escort lightly.We were in a long, dark hallway off the back of a small retail establishment. Anyone in the right place in the store could have seen us; him leaning over the sink, mouth open and eyes closed, me leaning in from behind with my hand under the back of his kilt.He shuddered again, now fully hard in my hand. I finally let go and stood up. He turned around quickly, pinning my shoulders to the wall. He leaned in until our faces were so close I could feel his breath on my cheek. “What the hell was that?” he whispered furiously.”S… Sorry,” I whispered, frightened by his anger. Dark hair framed his face, and his blue eyes flashed down to my lips, and then further down to the cleavage that I had on display. His eyes came back up to mine for a moment. He turned to see if we were being observed. Finally, slowly, his gaze came back to mine, he leaned in and captured my mouth, his whole body pinning me to the wall.It was my turn to shudder.

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