I had a hot, petite female business associate with an undeniably edible a**. We were on the road a lot, spent tons of time together, and were very good friends (most of our business group, and bunch of clients, thought we were married or at least together). She had the most perfect a** in jeans I’d ever seen, but I was good for the most part and only jokingly commented here and there, or told her she looked good, in casual or, if we had an event, dress or dressed-up. Damn, she had one off the shoulder dress that made my jaw drop. She knew it, too.

One day out on the road, just a basic day and client visit, she put her bag in my back seat, and it went to the opposite side, behind me. So, when we got out, she had to go to my passenger rear door to get it. I opened the door for her, and she bent over, full, into the back seat, in faded, tight-a** jeans, black ankle boots, long, black hair down her back, and I just lost it. The more she fiddled around with the bag, which had our client paperwork and other crap in it, and stayed in that bent-over position, looking like that, I thought..If she shakes that a** any more in those tight jeans, sticking that perfect a** in my face..I’m going to blow right in my pants. This is so f****** teasing.

We get into the house, and I’m raging hard. Making it worse, she dropped one of the loose papers by the table and went to pick it up, bending over again. That was it for me. I asked the client woman to please use her bathroom, using the excuse “We’ve been out all day and haven’t had a chance..You understand”. Soon as I get to the bathroom, I locked the door, pulled down, and had to take care of myself, thinking about my associate’s perfect, teasing a** in those tight jeans, imagining myself pulling her long hair as I rammed her a**, and just..Having at her. I’d never thought of her in that kind of graphic manner until that day. I took care of myself, cleaned up with a washrag from the tub, and returned to do the paperwork. Nobody knew a thing.

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