She could see that I was getting turned on, though she just kept doing what she was doing until, in a quick instant, she grabbed me by the shirt and leaned in to kiss me. As the night went on and drinks were being poured and the ends of substances were being lit and being left to burn like a slowly growing wildfire. I must admit that I never would have expected this older woman to be so experienced in the world of drugs, or why she chose to do this phone hookup service.
Our sweat-filled bodies thrust hard one last time until we were spent. Before I knew it, it was 2 am. The scene of the crime was filled with empty wine bottles, smoke filled the air, and clothes tossed on the floor. Soon after we fell into a quiet slumber, which only the dead could wake us up.
I awoke with a cool sheet playing across my body. It was 9 am and I was late for work. As I ran out the door with the same clothes I had on the day before. I jumped on my motorcycle and headed to work.
As I walked into the building, still wearing the same clothes as last night while smelling of alcohol and cigar smoke. As I passed workers, they asked "are you ok"?
I guess I looked that bad from a night filled with guilty pleasures. Passed the other offices and down the hall, I reached the door to my office. As soon as I went in, I fell into my chair, exhausted. I managed to turn my computer on to check my emails. One email stood out the most, the subject line read " we need to talk".
