reunion island

 

mrs. direcstress has today a long black dress and black tights under them, what were hardly to see. she seriously slashed. i had not ever a big illusions about what she thinks of me. i would not claim that i have for her a total fool, but she was the prototype of a typical young dedicated workaholic, which is fixed in her heels regarding the working of things, but never did not show any signs of personal life and man in it thus ever seen. that´s why i didn‘ t pursue those penetrating views any meaning ...

it was the end of january and i was about to give notice at work. i'm there pretty pissed off over and over there suggested solutions unreal fucking game and i had a direct tactile feel that life inevitably meanwhile went off into the crapper. although, i had there a few fine adventures, but none of them was so strong that it made me something (dignified) deeper than a few glasses of wines in the spanish wine shop near the main railway station, wild kissing in the undergroud (because we can not wait until we jump on it but firstly take a shower) impious whole night fucking in a strange bed, common waking up in the morning and sober glances full of questions, which i really did not intend to respond ...

after she took me up in her office, she ordered two coffees at her secretary (awkvard old lady with yellow glasses), closed the door, crossed her legs and smiled at me. i did not know how to behave and what to talk about, so i smiled too and waited. mrs. directress said that we do not go around the bush, that i will in no way hinder, but that she would quite like to try to convince me, if i do not want to think about, because she makes me feel like a loyal and capable employee blah blah blah (i was at beginning to suspect something). only if it suited me later, which i did not mind. i had nothing planned tonight, as usual. i just drove home in a subway crews and glancing bystanders watching people endlessly listening to the same songs on my mobile phone, even though i had always had something new, really good in like junior boys - over it came home to the four empty walls, went for jogging, wank my dick, i dined and opened another bottle of wine and before bedtime planned what will never happen ... we had a meeting at seven in the evening in a „better“ restaurant on the 27th floor in a shopping center near my rent apartment. certainity that we meet there some friend equal to zero. waitress were friendly and just a little pushy. glass of wine for 10 bucks, but i could have it "for now" afford. in addition, i wasn´t anywhere for a long time and i assumed that mrs. directress was not drink too much. dinner was pretty good, we agreed. mrs. directress offered a salad with veal and i went to a welldone beef steak with celery puree. one could expect that in addition to the initial three sentences we talked about work at all. she spoked about her children and a husband who's loved her, he spends all day at work, in the evening he played with kids and then lights his pipe in his home office, where he eventually falls asleep. he actually moved there for good... i undestood him, apparently he was a good guy. i pulled out the bill and let the waiter solid tip taxi ... we went straight to my apartment. we sat at the back and interlace among the streets of downtown. the taxi driver was a right guy at all, no questions he asked. he knew who we were ... such couples apparently drove a lot ... we making out in the back seat as soon as the door closed and the radio played just loud enough. i gave myself a chew before. at home i had two bottles of malbec mendoza 2008 by kaiken, what a coincidence…

under those tights were black lacy panties and nicely fragrant, juicy and long insatiable cunt. we did not get much sleep. in the morning we woke up and my mrs. directress signed my statement .... we did not say anything ... i prepared black tea, as i'm used to from home ... i just risked it ...

 

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