1. Todd & Cindy


    Date: 9/2/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: firstimewonder, Rating: 93.9, Source: sexstories.com

    About 4:00 PM, Cindy dropped some papers on my desk telling me to study page four very carefully, then explained that she was leaving early, and started to slip out. “Hey, where …” I almost asked her where I was supposed to pick her up, how stupid could I be? “Todd, you need to study page four carefully. I believe you will find what you are looking for in the report.” With that, she turned and walked briskly away. I finally began to catch on, so immediately turned to page four. Actually it was sandwiched between page three and four of the report, so I slipped it out and leaned back so that no one could accidentally see it if they should stop by. It simply said, “27 Franklin Road, Melrose - 7:30 sharp.” Carefully folding the paper, I slipped it into my wallet so that there would be no possibility of it being found. After trying to concentrate for the remainder of the day and finding it impossible, 5:00 PM finally arrived and I hurried home. Let’s see, shower, close shave, and what do I wear? Casual; coat and tie? Wonder what she will wear. All these seemingly important thought ran helter-skelter through my mind as I waited for the shower to get warm. Yeah, warm shower, probably be better if I took a very cold shower, I thought as I stepped in. As the warm water cascaded over my chest and arms, I started thinking how Cindy would view my body. It wasn’t that I was badly out of shape, but my once well muscled chest and arms weren’t quite a fit as they had been a few years ago. ...
    Should have joined a gym, I thought. Predictably, my cock began to respond to the lightning quick fantasies that ran through my mind. Hell, here I am like a sixteen-year old kid, beating off before a date so I could maintain some degree of control over my unpredictable cock, I thought. Oh, well, we’re just going to go to a restaurant for dinner, what could possibly happen. Wonder if she knows a place where we aren’t likely to be seen. Let’s see, I got about one hundred fifty people working here, probably about two or three million people in Boston, what are the chances of one of them seeing us? Guess it would be about one hundred fifty in three million. Let’s see, that would be about … gee, about one chance in twenty thousand. Not too bad on the odds, what would I have to do to make them even better, I pondered as I finished my shower. At 7:25 PM I pulled up in front of 27 Franklin Road and verified that Cindy’s car was parked in the driveway. After considering it for a moment, I drove on about a block, then pulled into a side street, parked and locked the car. A brisk walk helped settle my nerves and served to put me at the nicely kept small house at precisely 7:30 PM. I tapped on the door lightly, and moments later it swung open. I stood as if frozen in my tracks. There stood Cindy bathed in the soft light from her living room, framing her face as if waiting for the photographer to make the perfect shot. Her hair was swept back in pony tail which made her features stand out ...
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