I arrived at work around 9:15am. For the first time I was late. I woke up naked with a gorgeous Solicitor in bed next to me. I
So last night went well. It started raining when he picked me up. Instead of driving straight to the firework's display he took my back to his place for a drink. I had imagined that his place would be extremely masculine and contemporary, black leather sofa's glass coffee tables etc, so I was pleasantly surprised. It appears that he has quite an eye for antiques. His home was cosy with big fireplaces, dark wooden floor, big rugs and a grand piano. He had a big beautiful bookcase filled with classic literature, and photographs of family.
We didn't quite make it to the firework's display. After a glass of red wine we kissed. Unlike our previous kiss in the Ladies Toilets it was quite tender and loving. He pulled me onto the rug in front of the fireplace. He slowly undressed me completely before pulling off his own clothes. He has such a beautiful body. So masculine and toned. We spent hours pleasuring each other; making slow sensual love, passionate animal sex, caressing each other with our lips and tongues..
I woke up around 6am still in his arms. It felt right. Scarily right. His back had deep scratch marks from where my fingers had clawed him during one of my orgasms. In fact both of our bodies had been through quite an ordeal. I felt bruised and quite tender in some places, I winced in pain when I first moved.
He drove me home and promised he would call me. If he doesn't call I'll know that he hasn't changed at all. If he does I'll need to ask him about the last time.
CEO is flying in tomorrow from Antigua. He'll probably be with Gay Boss on Thursday when he finally gets rid of Old Prick. If Solicitor calls later maybe we can have hot office sex on Friday...