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As she pushes her bicycle into the elevator, she tries to spin it. She is not doing well, because it is almost too long.
I hand Storm my Bentley keys, and I spin her bike with ease. As she checks her lipstick in the reflective wall, she spins back to me. “Thanks, oh wait, how are my lips?”
Storm stands close on tip toes, before she closes her eyes. Her hot butt sticks out, and I watch it in the mirror’s reflection. Having full swollen lips forced on me, and with the lace of her bra pushing through the blouse, I start to get hard.
I look at her lips, as her big brown eyes open close to me. As our eyes meet, I gulp.
“What?”
“Nothing,” I say. “They look good.”
“Thanks,” she says staring at me. “Wait.”
Storm straightens my tie, and she does it just like a wife does for a husband. My mind churns fast, and I feel confused at the idea. I try to avoid her eyes, lips and breasts, but she is inches away.
The mirror shows her cute innocent body, and her butt distracts me. I think of my cock sliding into it before she taps the end of my nose.
“There. Perfect.”
She flips a long leg, and tight butt over the bike seat, and her plaid skirt swishes over my knuckles, still holding the seat.
Her tight butt is now inches from my fingers, and she smiles playfully. She really has no idea what she is doing to me, ordoes she?
As the elevator door chimes, she huffs. “Knock em dead!”
Before I can move, she tosses the Bentley keys high, and she, and her tight butt race off. As she streaks straight out into the marble lobby, I shake my head at the madness.
I find Emily my PA standing at the door, waiting for me. She is close to raising a brow.
“What?” I growl intercepting her.
“All okay, Sir?” she asks, clearing her throat.
I’m unused to being disturbed so early, and certainly by two cute young women. My personal space, and my time, ismine.
I shake my head, and walk out fast, as if the interaction is behind me, and it never happened. I am in control of my life. Only, I am slipping, because ofher.
There is another issue. Storm was due to move out soon, but I told her it’s good to have company, and someone here, when I’m not. Even if it was a lie, it sounded good.
I basically told her to stay as a non-paying roommate, for as long as she wants.
That decision will likely come back to bite me.
Or maybe, suck, and swallow hard.
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STORM
I really don’t want to start dating, but I should follow through on one of my goals of coming to NYC. Even if Lorenzo is as perfect as they come, he and I, it’ll never happen.
I’m like a mouse, and he’s like a lion.
Or retired Sex God.
A guy and I message on a dating app all week, and he finally asks me out. I agree, and now it’s that day, Friday.
After dressing, and feeling nervous, Lorenzo walks me to the elevator. He is quiet, like me, and he has been since I told him I was going on a date.
