| Straight: Serial Stories: Taking Stock - Part One (1/3) |
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Mike walked briskly into the store. It was the largest Department Store in Guildford and he was the Area Sales Manager. Today there was more purpose in his walk than usual – he wanted to get laid! On his last visit to this particular store he had noticed a new employee in the Clothing Department. Sarah had been a girlfriend of his 25 years ago and there she was bending over to pick up some discarded garments. Her ass looked just as shapely as when she had been 20. That was a long time ago and he wanted to catch up. At 45 Mike had kept in shape with regular visits to the gym and it seemed that Sarah had too. Sarah stood at 5’10” in her heels, and she was slim with well-proportioned breasts. Her skin had retained its clear youthful look and her shoulder-length auburn hair neatly framed her pretty face. In her standard issue black pencil skirt and white blouse, she was drop dead gorgeous. Mike had heard that she was married, but then again so was he – what the hell! Mike quickly made his way to the clothing dept and soon spied Sarah folding up some old stock that was to go back to the suppliers. Mike smiled – this was perfect. After a few minutes Sarah picked up the clothes and walked over to a small stock room at the back of the store. The door was swinging shut behind her as Mike pushed it open and quietly slipped through it, turning the lock as it closed. Mike savoured the view. Sarah was again bending over, placing the clothes in a pile. Her tight ass was perfectly defined by the skirt. Her blouse was tight over her back, revealing a bra strap with no clasp and confirming that there was no ‘back fat’ – she was in good condition! Sarah stood upright and turned around, looking directly into Mike’s grinning face. Her eyes widened in recognition before she smiled. That smile, Mike reflected, would always make his blood race. Sarah quickly recovered and, eyeing his employee name badge, laughed. ‘Don’t tell me you work here?’ ‘I do,’ replied Mike, ‘and I think you will find that I am one of your bosses.’ ‘Really?’ questioned Sarah. ‘Really. I spotted you the other day and I have not been able to get you out of my mind – we should never have split up all those years ago – particularly over such a silly misunderstanding’. Mike grinned again and leant forward, kissing Sarah on the cheek. ‘It’s great to see you!’ he whispered. Rather than stand up straight, Mike kept his 6’3’’ frame slightly stooped as he gazed in Sarah’s eyes. For a split second they were still, then each moved slightly so that their lips brushed – tentatively at first, as expected of old lovers. Then Mike parted his lips to gauge Sarah’s response. He was pleasantly surprised as he felt Sarah’s tongue dart lightly against his top lip. He responded in kind and soon they were in a passionate embrace, their tongues seeking each other. Mike’s hands were running up and down her back. Stroking, caressing. They moved close to each other as their kissing became more passionate, urgent. Sarah broke away briefly. ‘You are the only man who knew how to really fuck me,’ she murmured, rubbing his dick through his trousers. Mike was starting to feel uncomfortable. His throbbing cock wanted to be released. Mike frantically unbuttoned |
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