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He lowered the blinds and turned off the overhead lights. Only the row of lights along the floor illuminated the store. She looked up in surprise when the lights went out. He walked to her quickly and stood attentively beside her. His voice was calm, belying the quivering he felt in his stomach and the erection that was growing between his legs. “May I serve you?” he said.She looked at him coolly, head to foot and up again. “Hmmm,” she said. She picked up the black platform sandal and tapped his arm with it. “Do you have these in a size 6?”He blushed at the contact with the shoe and dropped his gaze to her breasts. “I can check for you,” he said, his voice coming out in a squeak. Oh Lord, of all the times to lose his voice.She smiled. “Size 6,” she reminded him. Her look was searing this time, commanding.He started away to the stock room, glad to be away from her heat, and yet missing it already. In the back, out of her sight, he adjusted the front of his pants to hide his erection.. Was unable to control myself I needed her desperately on the 3rd day was the gala night followed by dance and dinner we had to be dressed in smart casuals I wore a jeans t-shirt and blazer and was waiting in the hall for Kiran to arrive when she came my eyes popped out she was wearing a stunning gown hairs let loose and red lipstick when she came near me I just exclaimed Wow she smiled we went on the award ceremony got over and it was time to hit the dance floor Kiran meanwhile went and changed to a short dress for the dance we were drinking and dancing and then I made my move I asked her whether she wants to drink alone with me to which she asked where I told her in my room as no one is there she replied OK and we went to our room.I made her comfortable and was preparing a drink for her when she walked up to me and before I realized she kissed me on my lips I came to my senses and then pulled her close and our lips met for a long passionate smooch v were moving our tongues in each.
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