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she told me that she was new in town too. We talked about working out, motorcycles, what there was to do around town and everything else in between. I couldn’t believe that she was smart, interesting and funny in addition to being gorgeous. From our conversation, it was clear that she was unattached, as I was. The possibility of getting to know her better, and in the long run, I hoped, fucking her, was pretty exciting.
    But then I stopped fantasizing, and told myself that an educated, professional woman like her would never be interested in a working man like me. I thought I’d better get back to business, so I thanked her and said good-bye. But I couldn’t help hoping that I would see her again sometime soon.
    As the months went by, I was happy to find that Stella and I had to talk every now and then about the accounting for my store. Sometimes I would dream up questions so I would have a reason to call her or drop by for a brief visit. And sometimes it seemed as if she was doing the same thing. We even had lunch together occasionally. It was always so easy to talk to her, and we seemed to have a lot of things in common.
    I gradually found out that this lady had everyone at work fooled into thinking that she was a prim and proper professional, but with me she spoke her mind. She was just as wild and as homy, I thought, as I was. But every now and then she would mention in an offhand way that people who worked together shouldn’t date each other. We would always agree, in a joking sort of way, that it was okay to be friends, and that was how we would leave it. So I held myself back from asking her out.
    The holidays rolled around, and Stella called to ask me if I was going to the company party. She said she wasn’t going if I didn’t. This was encouraging, but I played it cool, and said I’d try to get there but would be late. When I arrived at around ten o’clock, everyone was already drunk, including my gorgeous accounting manager. It was the first time I’d seen her away from work, and I loved the way she looked in her normal clothes. She was definitely the hottest-looking woman there, and all the guys, even the married ones, were trying to get next to her.
    But when I got there she came right up and gave me a hug, and said she was glad to see me. It made me feel like a million bucks, before taxes. I couldn’t believe how fantastic she looked, with her hair all long and curly, wearing a tight red sweater and tight-fitting jeans. She had perfect tits, and the sweetest little ass. I wanted to lick her pussy so badly that I could already taste it. And I wanted to get my aching prick inside of what I knew would be a hot and beautiful cunt.
    But again I played it cool. I couldn’t believe it when she followed me outside to the deck, in the freezing cold, and asked me for a cigarette. She cuddled up next to me, and we smoked and bullshitted for quite a while. Later the boss came up and asked her for a ride home, so she had to say good-bye. I was disappointed, and went home to jack off thinking about her.
    It was a while before I saw her again. We talked once in a while about something work-related, but that was about it. I tried not to think about her. I was working all the time, and never had the time or the interest to date anyone else. But I must’ve been due for some good luck. One night around five o’clock I dialed the boss’s pager number, and imagine my surprise when she called me back. First I thought that maybe they were together, and started to get disappointed, but Stella explained that he had transferred his pager to her a while ago.
    Then she said what a coincidence it was for me to call just then, because she had been about to call me anyway. There was a cocktail parry at the home of one of the managers the next night, and she wondered if I wanted to go with her. I hoped that I didn’t sound too eager when I said yes. This was the first time that she had really asked me out. She even asked me to