| Straight: BDSM: The Taming of Andrea (1/4) |
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“You should be careful Andrea,” Sal said quietly. “You will go too far one of these days!” “And then what?” Andrea giggled. “Well you don’t know what he might do? Get you alone a dark alley one night perhaps!” Andrea laughed. “I can’t see that happening. Older men just fantasise; it’s the younger ones that are the doers!” “I wouldn’t bank on that. Look at that story in the papers last week about that fifty year old man who they nicknamed as Mr Spanker,” Sal replied. “Hmmm spanking now you’re talking!” Andrea laughed. Sal laughed too. “No Mr Stanley is a pussy, not a harmful bone in his body that one,” Andrea said. “Is that why you tease him then?” Sal asked. “I like teasing older men. You know they are always watching you; striping you naked with their eyes; you can almost hear their dirty thoughts and you can sometimes see their pants bulging. Poor sods can only look; they can’t do anything about it. I love that!” “That’s really cruel Andrea. Leading guys on just for fun!” Sal told her. “Lighten up Sal…you take life so seriously at times.” Andrea knew that Sal had a bit of a soft spot for Mr Stanley who worked in the photocopying department. She liked him as well; he was a nice man and quite friendly. Bill Stanley was forty four and divorced and though still with a full head of hair and a keen walker which kept him trim and fit, he was not known to have a women in his life at the moment. His vulnerability for Andrea was that he was an older male and she loved to tease. Sometimes subtle things like undoing an extra button to give an eyeful of her ample 36DD breasts or perhaps bending down when looking into a filing cabinet giving a glimpse of her well apportioned thighs. Her favourite with Mr Stanley was to sit nonchalantly while she waited for her copying with her legs slightly apart. Sometimes she wore stockings and this would make him drool. Today he had done just that. She had pretended to read some papers as she let her legs part slowly and out the corner of her eye she had caught him staring, mouth wide apart and eyes glazed over. After she had left him she went up to Sal and told her about it. Sal was not happy with her. She knew that Sal was right and it was wrong to do what she did but she just couldn’t help it. She had learned from a very early age how to play on male vulnerability and now at nineteen and having developed into a very attractive blond she played it for all it was worth. “Well I would just warn you to beware Andrea, one day you may take things too far!” Sal said. Andrea smiled as she wandered wistfully back to her desk. It was a few days later as they were heading home from a shopping trip that Sal told her that she had to pop round to a relative’s house to check on his plants. Andrea didn’t mind she had no plans to go out that night. Her regular boyfriend Tim was away for the week and she had just planned an evening in front of the television. Andrea followed her around the terraced house as she watered the various houseplants. |
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