Sherry didn’t consider herself a huge college basketball fan, but admittedly something about March M
Sherry didn’t consider herself a huge college basketball fan, but admittedly something about March Madness always caught her attention. Maybe it was the fun of picking teams and filling out brackets. Maybe it was how she always sensed a little more buzz in the air around the office on those days. And after all, it was simply Sherry’s nature that when opportunities for fun arose, she was not the sort of girl to allow them to pass her by. Like today for example, when a group of people from the office were heading out to take a bit of an extended lunch to watch some of the early games of the day at a nearby sports bar. This…. sounded like a great opportunity for fun to Sherry. She couldn’t helped to have noticed how the quiet new guy who started in accounting last month, Steve, sometimes struggled to keep from stealing glances at her, averting his eyes quickly if he sensed Sherry was aware. Or, the way he sometimes seemed to have this shy, sort of frazzled demeanor when he was around her. Adorable. Oh yes, lunch could most certainly offer some possibilities for fun today. At Sherry’s urging she persuaded Steve to join their group for the lunch outing. She strategically lingered near him in the waiting area as they waited to be seated then made sure to follow him to the table. Subtly, she made certain to take the chair next to his. Now, it was time for her own unique version of…. March Madness… to begin. Once everyone had settled in, conversations had begun, eyes were cast toward the endless array of TV’s throughout the restaurant Sherry’s hand made its move, landing softly on Steve’s knee. She smiled inwardly at how although she felt him shudder gently, to his credit other than a subtle glance downward, then another toward Sherry, he managed to not give away what he’d just felt. “Good boy, Steve….. very good boy,” she thought to herself with a smile. Ever so slowly her hand crept higher… and higher… up Steve’s leg, approaching her inevitable target. She felt his leg beginning to shake, saw his hand holding his glass of ice water begin to tremble, but still he said nothing. With the bustle of the crowd in the restaurant, the cheering, the eyes cast toward the games playing out on TV, no one seemed aware of what was occurring beneath the table. Except for Steve that is, who gasped ever so softly when Sherry’s hand reached its target, her fingers gently finding, exploring, and caressing the outline of his trapped erection. Smiling she leaned over toward Steve, allowing her lips to move near his ear. Speaking softly, as if sharing an amusing antecdote with him, she purred, “Stay still sweetie….. the game has just begun. And, it’s about to get really…. really… good.” -- source link
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