I’d never before acknowledged their remarks, but the way I’ve felt lately--fantasizing about sex all of the time--I wondered what they’d do if I called them out.
Three guys work in shipping.
They’re probably in their mid-to-late 20s and pretty well built.
I’ve noticed their muscular chests and shoulders beneath their t-shirts.
They obviously weren’t expecting sex gallery photo much work on a Friday, as no one was at the receiving desk.
It’s well-known that these sex gallery photo guys smoke a sex gallery photo little dope when no one’s around.
crying for harder sex
I waited patiently for a while, but I noticed the faint sex gallery photo scent of weed in the air.
After a few minutes I rang the bell.
Doug, the manager, shuffled out.
“Hey sex gallery photo, Robin,” he said with a sly smile.
“Yes,” I said setting my packages on the counter.
He nodded inattentively.
He made no effort to hide the fact that he was looking me over.
Most women would have been insulted by the way his glaze went up and down my body, finally fixing on my breasts.
I, however, found sex gallery photo this attention extremely arousing.
The fact that I was at work made my inappropriate thoughts even more appealing.
I rolled my shoulders back slightly, so that my breasts pressed snugly against my pink button-down.
“So can you handle sex gallery photo it, Doug?” I said.
“Handle what? Oh, right, the packages. Sure thing,” he said, still staring.
“Nope. You’re all set,” he said.
“Now I get to watch your bum wiggle as you walk away,” he said with a broad smirk.
I blushed for just a moment, but then Doug seemed taken sex gallery photo aback when I grinned at him.
“You know what your problem is?” I said.
I strutted slowly sex gallery photo down the hall.
Right before I turned toward the elevator, I glanced over my shoulder at Doug, making certain that he was still eying me.
Sticking my bottom out, I pulled the back sex gallery photo of my tight skirt over my round bottom, completely exposing my white cheeks and pink thong panties.
