Lunchtime
This story is fiction for now...any feedback would be appreciated.
We have been playing this game for a long time and I am ready...past ready for what I am going to make happen today. Finally lunchtime arrives, in he walks and takes a seat across from my desk in one of my visitor's chairs. I get up and walk around the desk, shut the door, lock it, and then reach over and turn the blinds so no one will interrupt our lunch visit. Today I am wearing a tight black skirt, low-cut clinging shi...