By the time dinner was over

All evening she’d been flirting. Holding my gaze just that bit too long, running her fingers over mine, letting her hand graze across the front of my pants. The first time was fleeting. I wasn’t even sure she meant to do it but the second time her fingers lingered just long enough to tell me it wasn’t an accident. By the time dinner was over I could feel my dick sitting heavy and thick in my pants. Not fully hard but close enough. As the doors of the lift closed behind us, I reached for the hem of her skirt.

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