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of men who rarely left behind their phone
numbers.
    Although Radford Byrne didn’t fit
anywhere along that scale.
    He was right off the chart
when it came to impure thoughts and had a body that could most
definitely fulfil every promise his kissable mouth made.
    When he’d first come into view in
the clerks’ room, shouting about that damned woman, my mouth had
gone into overdrive. Overwhelmed by the way my sex had clenched at
the sight of that perfectly-formed body, and determined that he
wasn’t going to intimidate me professionally, I’d replied far more
sharply than I’d intended. But the effect on him had been
electric.
    He’d loved it. Been turned on by a
woman answering back. And, furthermore, had liked what he’d
seen.
    He’d thought I hadn’t noticed him
imagining the colour of my underwear, or memorising the shape of my
bum, but I hadn’t missed a covert glance.
    From that moment on, I hadn’t
played fair. I hold up my hands and plead guilty as charged to that
one.
    Because he seemed to enjoy
angry-sexy so much I’d launched into him again over coffee and
watched him shift uncomfortably to hide his erection under the desk. When I’d uncrossed my legs,
I’d let my shoe scrape accidentally-on-purpose down his shin. And
when I’d read through my notes, I’d let my blouse gape to give him
an eyeful of my shocking-pink bra.
    Except he hadn’t been at all
shocked. Only aroused.
    And what an arousal it had
been.
    Careful observation over a number
of years has given me the skill to rate a man’s trouser bulge along
a sliding scale that starts with disappointing and goes all the way
up to Oh My God!!!!!!
    For Radford Byrne, I needed to
recalibrate my measuring stick.
    His cock was undoubtedly
gargantuan.
    My mind’s eye recreated a perfect
picture of it jutting hard, thick and strong from a matt of black
hair. The foundation stones of this mighty cock would be a pair of
rock-like balls, straining with hot cum.
    Radford Byrne’s huge erection was
the image that carried me in through the front door of my flat
where I could finally give in to lust.
    I collapsed onto the sofa, wrenched
up my skirt and plunged my hand down between my legs, desperate for
release. My panties were already soaking and my fingertip slid
deliciously along the folds of my sex. Two fingers sank into my
pussy’s hot depths and found my G-spot, eliciting a sharp cry of
pleasure I hardly recognised as my own.
    My ravenous mind conjured up a
picture of Radford lying naked on crisp, white sheets. His fine
cotton shirt had given me a glimpse of a broad chest shadowed by
dark hair and I imagined that darkness narrowing down across his
stomach, pointing the way to the ecstasy that lay below.
    Breathing hard, my naked,
fantasy self straddled Radford’s heavy, hairy thighs and watched
his hand pumping his enormous cock. The tip glistened with pre-cum
– I could almost smell its muskiness – and I licked my lips in
anticipation. His eyes would be closed and the bed would
reverberate with his deep groans of pleasure, turned on beyond
reason by me watching him wank.
    I thrust a third finger into
my pussy, stretching it wider but it still didn’t measure up to my
fantasy of Radford’s solid cock. I ground down on my clit, my deft
fingers taking me closer to climax, my fantasy intensifying the
nearer I got to orgasm,
    When the excitement grew too
much to bear, my fantasy self leaned forward and licked the length
of Radford’s hot body, all the way up to his throat. I tasted salt
and my mouth watered. My nipples rasped to hardness against his
rough chest and I remembered Radford’s fingers pinching hard – too
hard – through my bra when I’d kissed him in chambers.
    My own fingers copied, the
exquisite pain sending shafts of pleasure down into my pussy,
propelling me over the edge.
    Had Radford been with me at that
moment, I’d have penetrated his mouth with my tongue while I buried
his cock deep inside me. With my body above his, I’d