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my
blouse and looked into my eyes.  “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about
you since this morning.  You smelled so good,” he murmured in his deep sexy
voice.  He reached out to brush the hair out of my wide eyes that were blinking
at him uncontrollably.
                Am I dreaming here?   There
is no way this is really happening.
                I was suddenly very aware of
the thumping of my heart.  I hope he can’t sense what he is doing to me.  I
felt light-headed as I tried to think of something to say in response to him.
                He pulled up a chair and was
sitting directly in front of me.  He pulled out his cell phone and made a call
while holding my gaze the entire time.  “I’m in the lounge and I don’t want to
be disturbed for the next hour.”  Immediately after he hung up the phone I
heard the door automatically lock.
                He obviously worked in the
building.   Who was this man?
                He reached out to move my hair out of my eye and his
fingers entwined in my hair, grabbing a fistful, and gently but forcefully
pulled my head back.  He leaned in to kiss me, his soft lips crushing mine. 
Our tongues eagerly sought each other out, wanting and needing.  He slowly
pulled away searching my eyes.  His fingers slowly caressed my face and moved
down my collar bone, down my arm to my hand that was sitting on my thigh.  Oh,
the way he touches me.   My breathing quickened as I started to melt under
his touch.  Both hands then started a slow trail up my thighs and under my
skirt and caressed my legs in a circular motion and came back down my thighs. 
They slowly went back up my thighs and under my skirt again only this time they
went a little higher and I felt my hips inch forward to give him better
access.  I’m not stopping him, this feels too good.   I felt his fingers
caress my soft opening.  Was that appreciation I saw when he felt I didn’t
have on any panties?   I felt like I was in a trance.  I was letting him do
whatever he wanted.
                With both hands on my thighs
he leaned in close to me and whispered in my ear with that deep masculine
voice.  He was all man.  “Sarah, you’re so fucking sexy.”
                I looked at him, wanting to
grab him and pull him to me.  He gave me a sexy smirk and cupped his hands
around my ass cheeks.  I lifted up slightly so that he could get a good feel
and he gave my cheeks a squeeze before sliding his fingers around to my moist
opening.  I felt the fingers of his left hand graze my clit as his right hand
moved up my stomach to my breasts and started caressing my nipple in small
circles through my shirt.  My gasp was audible as waves of pleasure washed over
me.  My nails dug into the soft fabric of the couch as soft moans escaped my
lips.  At that moment I didn’t care that I didn’t know who this man was.  All I
cared about was how good this felt and that he knew how to touch
me.  I spread my legs a little wider to give him better access.  His fingers
glided over my clit again and then he started rubbing it faster while he leaned
in to kiss my neck.  I planted my hands on his shoulders and threw my head back
exposing the delicate skin to his unyielding lips. 
                “Lie down on the couch.”
                I did what he said without
hesitation.  Before I knew it he was on the couch, spreading my legs, hands
under my ass.  I saw his head dip between my legs and I felt his warm tongue
lick between the folds my most sensitive place.  I raked my hands through his
hair and moaned uncontrollably.  Then I felt his tongue probe inside my tender
opening.  I was writhing with pleasure as he reached up to pinch my nipple through
my blouse. I felt his tongue glide up to my clit repeatedly assaulting it.  I
could feel my orgasm building and I was helpless to stop it.
                He let out a