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Angela\’s cherry gets picked by her favorite co-worker.
It was about 7:30 and Angela was working at her desk. She and Brian were the only two people left in the office. About 25 people worked for their company but usually it was only Angela and Brian who were left this late. Angela had a major crush on Brian and did everything she could to grab his attention. It very rarely worked. Brian had a girlfriend and talked about his girlfriend a lot when Angela was in the same room as Brian. She still wanted him.
Angela decided to go for a stretch break. Staring at the computer for so long was hurting her eyes. She decided to take a walk around the building. She walked by Brian s office making sure he noticed she was still there and he got a good view of her slim body in the tight short skirt she was wearing. As she was walking by he called her into his office.
Angela I m glad you re still here. I m having a problem with my computer. I can t print anything and I keep getting this error message. Angela walked around the desk so she was standing next to him and bent over to look at what the problem might be.
Brian took a long look at the curve of her ass that was staring him in the face. He so badly wanted to rub his hand over it. He wanted to touch her caress her kiss her make love to her. He wanted to stay loyal to his girlfriend though. He stood up from his chair and offered it to Angela she declined and continued to work on the problem with the computer. » Continue Reading
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Author s note: Thanks to me friend Jen for being the final pair of eyes to help with my editing.
The Beach Bum Part one – The Stranger Arrives
The tall dark haired stranger sauntered into the Beach Shack like he was one of the regulars. The Beach Shack is a dump of a bar at a beach mostly missed by tourists and snowbirds. That is why I hang here and why it was so odd to see a cocky handsome stranger in the place.
After hitting the lotto big a couple years back I decided to get lost somewhere and live a simple beach bum existence. This hole in the wall kind of no-wheres-ville was the perfect spot for dropping out. Very few folks have any idea how wealthy I am and those that do don’t give a shit about such things. Except for my million-dollar oceanfront beach house nothing about me even hints at the size of my bank account.
On this particular rainy afternoon in what I had come to think of as paradise there were about a dozen regulars and Steve my favorite bartender in the shack. I was at the bar talking » Continue Reading