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Fun at Work (part 4)

(To find out more about how this story came about, be sure to check out parts 1 to 3.)

Saturday. It's moving out day. Woke up pretty early to do some last-minute checking, a good run and a healthy breakfast. Jumped into the shower after my one-hour run. I was so excited because I'm moving into a new place.

And Peter, my colleague-turned-friend, is helping me. He's meeting me at my new place and helping with the organising. I imagined having a long day with him at my new apartment, ordering in and sharing a few laughs as we organise my stuff. I was thinking about him in the shower and was so lost in the idea of being next to him that I started to touch myself.

That feels so good, I said to myself. I imagined him licking my pussy at that moment. Wish he was in my shower. I snapped out of it when I caught myself in the mirror touching myself. It was my finger and not his tongue. Damn.

And, yeah, have I told you guys that he's married? Double damn.

Wore a light-coloured dress and continued to get ready. I had to look presentable for a "friend". After all, he was the one who volunteered to help me. Okay. The least I can do is to be an eyecandy for him. Yes, I am bad.

At 10am, the movers arrived and started to load my stuff. As I was making a few final arrangements with my old landlord, my phone rang.

"Hey beautiful, I'm already here." It's Peter. My heart pounded and I got so excited that I hurriedly surrendered the keys to my ex-landlord.

Hailed a cab and spent the next 20mins imagining how good my day would be. I won't be a tease, I promised myself. Damn, the guy is married!

"Here you are," the driver said. As I rummaged my purse for my wallet, Peter opened the door and greeted me. I almost ran into my new apartment when the driver said I still had change.

"Hey you. Thanks for being here," I said in my sweetest smile as I closed the door of the taxi behind me.

"My pleasure," Peter said. He was walking toward me and wasn't sure whether he would give me a peck on the cheek or not. He didn't.

The next 30mins were spent loading my stuff into the new apartment. After the last box was brought up by the movers, we spent a good hour and a half un-boxing my stuff. After ordering pizza, I sat at one of the chairs at the kitchen and was massaging the back of my neck. It felt a bit stiff. Probably because of a wrong sl**ping position.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"It's nothing. A little case of stiff neck. Nothing to worry about," I said.

"I can give you a massage," he offered. I saw "desire" in his eyes. He probably saw it in mine, too.

I stood up and brushed the thought aside. "I'm fine, thanks. This is nothing." I stood up and went to the living room. Sat on the sofa and picked up a box, opened it, just to diffuse the "heat" between us. The box had some of my old books and pictures. The next thing I knew, we were both looking at old pictures and sharing stories about my c***dhood.

We were seated next to each other as we talked and laughed. His arm was around me and we were so relaxed and comfy on the couch. I caught a whiff on his aftershave and it made my knees buckle.

"You smell good. Aftershave?" I asked. Tried hard not put my hand on his crotch. I could tell something's up. And I like it.

"Yeah." He said nervously. His arm felt so good around my shoulders. But I pulled away. The image of his wedding ring brought me back to reality.

"We shouldn't be doing this," I told him. "You're married. It's not right."

"I'm sorry," he said. "I couldn't resist you."

"I know. If you weren't married, I would have been okay with this. I would have kissed you," I told him.

"Okay. I would have kissed you, too. But right now, I really wanna kiss you." He was leaning toward me that before I could resist, our lips met and his tongue was already inside my mouth. His hand started caressing my left breast and I moaned. I couldn't make him stop. It felt really good.

He kissed my neck, my collarbone, while his hands were busy touching my breasts.

"God, these feel good," he said as he looked at me, referring to my twins. He continued to kiss my neck and biting my ear a little.

He was about to unzip my dress when the pizza delivery guy arrived with our pepperoni pizza.

"I gotta get that," I said. Disappointment crossed his face but, before I stood up to get the pizza, I gave his crotch a light touch. Someone's getting a hard-on.

"Wait for me." I said. We kissed for a bit and I ran to the door.

To be continued...

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