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- She's so relaxed as if her eyes were two drops of chianti. Relaxed in her suede chair, she rolls her hair to the side of her neck and lets out a deep breathed sigh. She twists herself in her chair and looks toward me. A half grin on her face she looked down at my empty glass and with one eyebrow raised she said. "I'll pour you another drink." She sat up in her chair stretching her beautiful legs and in awe of her beauty i watched her walk through her half-lit apartment carrying my empty glass of Jameson, she carved her way around the marble top sliding the bottle in such a seductive way that even a saint would get an erection. I gazed at her, reading her body language only gave me a smile, A silky red dress cut low in the back scooped in the front only made you wonder how it stayed put on her slender build. She stepped towards me bending down, handing me my glass, her eyes playing chess with me. A) Would I look her in the eyes or B) would I be tempted to look elsewhere. I played it smooth and looked out her window. "Boston looks so beautiful in Winter. Do you agree?" I questioned, taking a sip. "Ahhh, that is really good." She giggled, "Whats a man of your stature doing here listning to slow jazz in a woman's apartment who's not your wife." I turned to her and said, "Enjoying a wonderful glass of Jameson, and getting too drunk to remember any bad decisions that might occur from the bad decision i made when i was sober." She whispered into my ear while reaching for my loosened tie, "And what bad decisions are we talking about?" I sat up in her leather love-seat. My hands slowly going up her warm thighs Smooth skin on my palm and Sweet silk running dangerously over the back of my hand. I get to her hips and pause. I search to find nothing. She straddles me and i feel warm. I pull her in tight she lets out a deep breath as she grinds herself leaving evidence on my pants. The silk dress melts away from her shoulders and sits around her waist revealing her breasts cupped near my face i smell nothing but vanilla rasberry lotion. She pulls at my neck to bury my head in her, and as i do i feel my cell phone vibrating against her. I reach to answer it and she forcefully stops me from doing so. I looked up at her and she starts to squeeze her legs tighter and tighter and as the phone continued to vibrate she responded by short spasms and ironing herself hard against my leg after the 12th ring, She gasped and released out a sigh of exstacy and relief. If only my wife knew that a woman just got off to her phone call. I guess in a way it was somewhat of a three-some. How ironic.
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