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is here ... the night housekeeper.”
    OMMIGOD!  I spring to an upright position in my chair, simultaneously smoothing down my skirt and pressing my legs back together.  
    Kenny grabs my purse from the desk drawer I keep it in and hands it to me, our fingers brushing as I take it from him.  Leaning in, I can smell the want pouring off his body.  He smiles and caresses a lock of my hair back behind my ear.  His touch sends shivers and fireworks all through my body.
    “Your place is on eighty-third,”  He looks down at my still unbuttoned blouse, at my heaving breasts, then licks his lips.  “Mine’s much closer.”
     
    ~*~
     
    Kenny kicks his apartment door shut behind us and pulls me to him.  His kiss is deep and delicious, his lips soft yet his tongue darting.  First he pulls my blouse open then pushes it off my shoulders and onto the floor.  Then as he pulls me back into him he unzips the back of my skirt and it cascades to the floor as well.  He crushes me against him as his mouth feasts on the flesh of my neck, his hands making swift work of my bra, adding it to the pile of my clothing on the floor.
    Thirty seconds into his apartment and I’m stark naked, yet somehow he’s still fully dressed.  How did this happen? 
    No sooner do I think about pulling off his tie to work on the buttons to his shirt, than Kenny leans down and throws me over his shoulder.  Now I’m butt naked and upside-down, slung over his shoulder like a waif about to be pillaged.  I feel dizzy as he turns and strides through the apartment with me.  Next thing I know I’m toppling backwards onto a bed -- Kenny’s bed.  The bedding smells fresh and is already turned down like at a hotel. 
    Speechless and panting and royally disoriented over the over the shoulder thing, I look up into Kenny’s eyes and see they’re darkened with desire.  Only one thing on Kenny’s mind now. 
    He pulls off his tie, his eyes honed on me, pupils dilated, hands steady, but his breathing’s  ragged.  He starts undoing buttons, but then suddenly rips his shirt open, some of the buttons clink on the hard wood floor.
    Great body.  Lean, muscular, yet still the body of a young man -- soft edges and smooth, dreamy skin.  I lick my lips as he shrugs the shirt from his shoulders; I want a taste of that skin.  Kenny kicks off his shoes and then unbuckles the top of his pants.  A quick shrug and he’s standing there naked -- no underwear today!
    Kenny stands there looking down at me, and what looked like a perfectly serviceable erection starts to grow -- longer, thicker, hardening into a spike rising from his nest of dark brown pubes.  He gives it an idle stroke.
    Wait a minute, I think.  It had been a while -- six months and twenty-three days, to be exact -- but I don’t remember penises being this big.  Maybe this isn’t such a good idea.  I start scooting toward the headboard, my mind reeling, racing to find an excuse to call this off. 
    But Kenny moves towards me, grabs my ankles and pulls me back down to him.  Flat on my back he pulls my legs apart then lowers his head for another round of lick-me-till-my-vagina-combusts.   Between his kisses and his pussy eating, I’ll never be able to look at his lips again without getting wet.  His tongue probes me deeper than before, and he gently nibbles at my clit.  My legs start to spasm and my hands start to push on his shoulders, nails scratching as my internal engine shifts gears into overdrive.  I can’t believe how well built Kenny is, feeling the muscles of his shoulders ripple under my touch. 
    How didn’t I notice this walking wet dream sitting just outside my office all this time? 
    I sigh, first for the orgasm that’s churning up in me ... again, and for all the wasted time I’d had Kenny, and hadn’t been doing this exact same thing.
    His enormous cock is starting to look just the right size now, and as if he’s reading my mind -- or my quivering wet pussy -- he pulls