Sam and Harper Part II

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“Tomorrow night it’s your turn,” is what she said.Sam’s brain was playing ping pong re-living the previous evening’s events. He had had an erection practically the entire day, with images of Harper masturbating for him the last night, pulling on her nipples, slapping her own clit, fucking an invisible (and still unnamed) fantasy partner with a seven-inch, rubber dildo as a stand-in cock. He couldn’t stop wondering if she was sincere in her promise. It would not surprise him, at all, if she didn’t remember even saying it, especially since the words came as she was guiding his erection into her ass at the same time. Time would tell, but he cautioned himself not to get his hopes up; Harper would do as she pleased. She always did.In any case, the upcoming evening had possibilities as Harper and Sam were going out to dinner with Harper’s office staff. Harper was Vice President of her company and oversaw several offices, but the one in town was the most fun, and the get-togethers were usually a good time. Sam figured if he kept Harper’s escort bayan margarita glass full, he might be able to at least coerce a blow job out of her later.Sam had been to a number of these types of dinners so he knew the employees quite well. The local branch was all girls, except for Jake, the gay Branch Manager, all between twenty and thirty years old, and all of them attractive.Miranda was twenty-five, married, carried an extra twenty-five pounds but carried it confidently, and was a pretty girl who drank a lot as long as it was free (Harper was footing the bill tonight). When plied with alcohol, she would get loud and clingy after dinner.Stefanie was a skinny Latina, quiet, but not a wallflower, very attractive twenty-two-year-old who was good at her job but had only been with the company a few months. Sam figured she was just keeping her head down for the time being and suspected she might be a lot of fun underneath it all.Then there was Shannon. Oh, Shannon. Twenty-nine, blonde, bubbly, and athletic, Shannon was kocaeli escort bayan the life of nearly any type of party. She was just as good at polite conversation about current events and manicures as she was analyzing the defensive backfield of the Buffalo Bills. She never talked politics, could deliver a joke, and could really work a room. Shannon’s smile sparkled, and she had a body that made men’s eyes follow her wherever she went. These men were forgiven by their wives and girlfriends, however, as the wives and girlfriends were watching her, too. Everyone would have liked to spend a night with Shannon, whether they wanted to admit it or not.The time to leave was approaching. Sam had taken the dog out as he usually did before he and Harper went out and then headed for his closet to select his clothes for the evening. He could hear the shower running through the slightly ajar bathroom door. His thoughts again boomeranged back to last night, and he couldn’t help but inch closer to the door. kocaeli escort He couldn’t see her, but the whimpering sounds and heavy breathing coming from the shower stall prompted his hand to reach for his rapidly swelling cock. Harper’s breathing had progressed to panting, and, before long, a prolonged guttural moan told Sam that she had just intensely climaxed. He would have joined her had he known she would be pleasing herself and hadn’t finished before his window closed.His clothes were laying on his side of the bed, and he had resumed his task of getting ready when Harper emerged from the bathroom clad in her bathrobe. Sam began to stiffen again knowing the robe was the only thing she was wearing. She seated herself on the chaise in the corner of the room and began to apply body lotion to her shapely legs, slowly and deliberately starting at her feet and moving up to her calves.“The girls will all be there tonight, you know,” Harper offered, starting a little small talk.“Uh-huh,” Sam replied, fidgeting with his clothes while enjoying watching Harper.“It’s always interesting to see what they’ll be wearing,” She continued as her lotioned palms moved up to her knees.“Always,” Sam agreed, wondering how much leg Harper would show him, knowing she had just made herself cum.

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