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Always Faithful - Chapter Twenty-Two
Date: 1/27/2016, Categories: Cuckold, Author: BobNbobbi, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories
want to stay, to be with you longer.” “No, you have to go. I want the rest of the evening to myself. Get dressed – GO!” Laura kissed Young Legal goodbye at her door, and then once again in the corridor. Young Legal held her hand after their last kiss; Laura decided to walk him to the elevator. Legal received his last passionate kiss waiting for the ding of the elevator door. If she had been wearing more than her sheer black nightgown, Laura might have entered the elevator with Legal; her resolve to send him away flagged after three passion filled goodbye kisses. They held hands across the elevator threshold until the doors began to close. One of Laura’s neighbors from a higher floor got an eyeful, and he whistled an approval that startled her. “Call me later tonight, Legal.” Laura quickly recited her phone number; she hoped her neighbor would take note. He appeared a handsome gentleman by Laura’s quick glance. She really didn’t care if Legal called at all. > > > > - - Tuesday evening Upper Floor did call. He called early; Laura was still dressed in her office clothes. They played innuendo games over the phone as a getting to know one another device. Laura finally invited him to her condo if would bring brandy for a get acquainted drink. “I have French and local; I will bring both if you answer your door dressed just as I first saw you.” Laura negotiated forty-five minutes delay to shower and change clothes. Her last instruction told Upper Floor she expected his attire be ... appropriate to hers. Laura decided to wear the short, sheer pink gown Dan bought; she responded to the bell chime and found Upper Floor wearing a blue smoking jacket over light grey pajamas. “I approve, of your attire and your brandy.” “Your attire is even more intriguing than the first time I saw you.” Laura escorted her guest to the love seat and brought glasses for the brandy. She took every opportunity to model her nightgown and her body so thinly covered. Upper Floor took notice and smiled approval. Laura and Upper Floor sampled both French and California brandy as they sketched their lives to one another. Her initial tidbit left her bedroom door ajar. “I am here in San Francisco only a week or so every month. I live East with a husband, a lover, and another job. My work here is just part time. Young Legal Counsel is not a lover, just someone at work.” A most interesting element of Upper Floor’s bio was a veiled reference to his second bedroom as playpen. Laura got up to turn on soft background music; she let her body sway to the music for Upper Floor’s visual enjoyment. Slowly Laura recognized hand signals her new friend gave off. She adapted her dance according to his gestures drawing attention to every part of her body. In response to a twisting gesture from Upper’s palm, Laura turned and looked over her shoulder. She posed, nightgown drawn high, with hand on bare rump. Upper Floor clapped his hands in appreciation, and Laura lightly clapped hand on rump responding. Upper ...