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Aniston
got up from her table to leave. The general manager darted over
with an apologetic look on his face.
     
    “Ms. Monroe, please do not leave. He’s
temperamental. You know chefs, how they can be. Please, sit. I will
take care of this,” he implored.
     
    “No, no. It’s quite alright. The service has
been amazing. Thank you. But I must be going.” She grabbed her
purse and quickly spun around to leave before the GM could argue
with her anymore. It was late. She was annoyed and just wanted to
get home, write up the review, and relax in bed—maybe with her
vibrator. She could hear raised voices in the back as the hostess
held the door open for her to exit.
     
    The air was crisp and cool but not cold. She
liked the feel of it on her skin. It was helping to cool down her
heated state. Between her anger and attraction, she’d been feeling
uncomfortably warm in there.
     
    The restaurant and Aniston’s apartment were
both in the Lower East Side. She had only to walk a few blocks
before she was home. She went inside poured herself a glass of
cabernet and decided to take a shower while mulling over the
review. Peeling her clothes off felt as if she were peeling away
her stresses. Her naked body gleamed under the track lighting in
the bathroom of her modernized apartment. Her nipples were
naturally quite red and became erect as she rubbed her hands over
her breasts.
     
    She thought about Archer and desire rose up
inside. She was angry at him for putting her in this position. She
liked him and didn’t want to hurt his career the way she would have
to now. It was a shame, really. All of that talent in the kitchen
and yet, the boy can’t even behave.
     
    Aniston stepped in her steaming shower and
began her usual washing routine. She felt her soapy hands glide
over her skin and imagined they were his. She imagined she could
feel the hard muscles of his body against her softness. She was in
great shape thanks to working out but she did love food, also. So
there was an extra five pounds that she didn’t think she would ever
get rid of. She wasn’t that worried, though. She still looked
great. And she swore three of the five pounds had gone straight to
her breasts.
     
    She reached down to clean between her folds.
The hot and sticky slickness from her pussy contrasted with the hot
wetness of the water raining down all around her. Thoughts of
Archer’s cock exploring her wet pussy lips before finally filling
her up took over Aniston’s mind. She rubbed her clit with one hand
and fingered herself with the other. She had wanted to wait until
she was in bed to do this but her body had other plans.
     
    She imagined him pushing her up against the
shower wall, the cold tiles shocking the skin of her stomach and
cheek. He would pump his hard cock deep inside her from behind,
thrusting harder and harder each time. She would almost be lifted
up from the pressure and the pain would be exquisitely sweet. He
would reach an arm around and massage her clit as she was doing
now. His throbbing penis would hit her G-spot with amazing accuracy
and his rubbing of her bud would grow rougher.
     
    Aniston was now banging her clit and violently
shoving her fingers in and out of her slick entrance. She was
nearing the edge now. Her pussy muscles hungered for something more
to grab onto than just her fingers but her mind was making up the
difference. Thoughts of him squeezing her breasts and twisting her
nipples were enough to put her over the edge. Waves of pleasure
swept through her body as she peaked.
     
    Her clit rubbing and fingering slowed as her
orgasm tapered off. She opened her eyes and laughed at what she had
done. She was so hot for Archer, she couldn’t even wait until she
was in bed. She finished the rest of her shower rituals and put on
her satin pajamas. She went to grab her book and phone before she
relaxed in bed. The review could wait until morning, she
thought.
     
    When she reached into her purse for her phone
it