THE WEATHERGIRL BY B-MAN

I looked at her and swallowed hard and said, "Of course you can Shannon."

As we exited the elevator she squeezed my right ass cheek and whispered in
my ear, "I might need more than a blow job". She then made a kissy face at
me and hurried to Debra's office.

I, of course, knew exactly what she meant and I decided right then I would
be prepared. So I went into the top drawer of my desk in the mailroom and
retrieved a plastic bottle of lube. I went into the bathroom and went into
a stall and lubed my asshole for Shannon. Now granted she said she MIGHT
need more than a blowjob but I wanted to be prepared just in case.

Just as I was done sorting and delivering the mail, I heard the meeting
breaking up. Since there was no disheveled clothing or messed up make-up,
I assumed that the meeting had been strictly business. Curiously, Monique
was in the meeting with Shannon and Debra, which I found kind of odd since
she was just a paralegal. I found out later why she was there.

Shannon gave Debra a peck on the cheek and she smiled warmly at Monique.
Then she spotted me as I was heading into the mailroom.

She followed me in and closed the door. She was wearing an impossibly
tight black skirt that day which came just to the top of her knees along
with a tight white long-sleeved top and a black blazer. She took off the
blazer and then without any hesitation, took off the top. Her magnificent
tits were barely held by the white half- cup bra she wore and she quickly
freed them. She then pulled the zipper on the side of her skirt and
wiggled out of it. Underneath she wore black stockings, garter belt and
black panties. She stood about 6'2" in her black high heels.

She then hooked her hands in the waistband of her panties and slid them
down her long beautiful legs. Her cock and plum sized balls now swung
between her slightly spread legs.

"You don't need an invitation, do you?"

I didn't.