s*x is You

Come what may!

What is happening?

Why is Dianne n***d?

And why was it timed perfectly when I was about to take off my top?

I was rooted at my feet and I cannot quite put my thoughts on what to do.

While frozen in trance, I can only surmise how beautiful the scenery that I am looking at.

Is this the reason why I cannot think clearly?

Dianne is a well proportioned woman. I cannot help but admire her figure.

Her vital statistics? I do not know any of that but one thing certain is I know that she is sexy, a very striking one.

She also has huge racks with pinkish n*****s. I can say that I am a man of taste and her chest is what I look for in a woman.

Her face is angelic and looks untainted by the works of the worldly touch. She is very pretty in her own way.

While I was lost in trance with appreciating the features of the person in front of me, I was struck dumb when I noticed that Dianne is making her way towards me. Albeit slowly, or it could just be because it shows in slow motion in my vision.

I remained rooted in my place but I already got out of being mesmerized.

I was holding my head in conflicting thoughts and I am grinning like a fool.

It seemed like the universe played its hand very well this time, it got me cornered.

Just when Dianne was already an arm away from me, I hurriedly tried taking off my long sleeve to change and put on my shirt but she was quick like a mantis, she nimbly placed her right hand on my chest.

So what it looks now is my hands were caught by my long sleeves and I am bare chested facing a n***d and stunning woman.

We still did not say anything to each other after all this time.

I do not know the reason why she did not scream or even covered her body or even run off out of the room.

Is she expecting this?

Is this a plan in itself?

I am very conflicted now. In my rational conscious, I should avoid or discontinue this situation but my body says otherwise.

Yes, I honestly think that I cannot stop this now. This is one of the reasons why I want to be private.

I do not want other women or people to know who I am personally to avoid these work relationships but I guess this is still a wrong approach.

Why am I limiting the information about my personal life?

I have a lot of reasons, and these are very dark for me. I do not want to feel being lost again and again because these reasons stemmed from my past relationships with women who I think that I will be with for the rest of my life.

So being secretive is my defense, but women are very unpredictable, it seemed like I really cannot control everything around me.

I cannot do anything about this situation now. Or maybe, I just do not want to do anything about it. It felt like I just want to go with the flow.

Come what may!

Not long after, Dianne slowly rubbed her soft hands on my chest and stomach like she was getting a feel for my body.

I just stared at her and still was not able to take off the sleeve off both of my arms.

I let her be and I can see that she is not that versed with this type of situation.

Is it really true that she is still a virgin?

Others might ask why I am acting like this. But even I myself cannot explain it.

I am a very outgoing person now due to the demands of this industry I work for but this passive trait that I am currently showing is a bit innate of me.

Do I have a girlfriend as of this time?

Do I have a wife already?

I cannot answer that yet. It is very complicated but I am trying not to mess things for the worse.

I can clearly feel that my body wants Dianne but somewhere in my subconscious screams rationally of not betraying someone I care for.

But as other men in real life or movies do in this type of situation, it is clearly a hard thing to stop this now.

I can definitely say that beastly desires of men will be really hard to control.

I kept staring at her but she was just staring at my chest as well.

It seems like she was also conflicted with the current situation. She suddenly stopped moving.

It was the time then that I had the courage to say something.

'Dianne- but I was cut off

'I know Sir. It is sad that you do not feel the same way. But would it be fine if I will just give you a simple service tonight? Maybe you can consider this as a compensation for all the help you have extended to me. Then maybe after, we can go back to being workmates again.', she told in a very tiny yet moving voice.

She did not let me reply. She pushed me back slowly and I got my back on my cabinet now. I took off my long sleeve completely and let her do what she intended to do.

The next day . . .

Everything in the living room was left untouched.

I was coming from outside the building.

Yes, it is not what others might expect, something happened between Dianne and I last night but not quite the exact thing.

I came from a nearby beer house with Dianne.

What happened last night?

She gave me a blow j*b! ! ! That is the service she did.

I know that some people think that it would be accompanied by an actual s*xual i*********e but it did not happen.

Honestly, everything could have gone the exact same way that happens to other people who are already in that type of situation but in our case, it was not.

This was the exact thing last night . . .

I felt very good and stimulated as Dianne gave her best. I now know that it was first time doing it but it felt really good.

My engines are seriously rumbling like thunder during that time and I, like a viking, chose to endure the enticement of asking her to do the deed with me.

Yes, I did not relent and just let her do her business.

Time slowly passed by, and after who knows when, I successfully finished and cummed on her voluptous chest.

I was pulled back to reality when I got relieved from the pleasure Dianne has given me.

My fluid has made a mess on Dianne's chest but she still looks sexy even with that.

In my mind, I have to think on how to resolve this current delimma while I am still rational.

I better stop things from escalating!

I thought of different things as reasons to tell Dianne to stop yet they all seem insignificant now that she observed that my body says otherwise.

Right. She saw that my manhood is still rock solid and looks ready for another fight.

Fortunately, she is really still a virgin because she did not know what to do or just afraid to do what she thinks she is supposed to do.

The temperature of the room felt it was increasing.

Just when I was about to pounce on Dianne and do the deed, I suddenly remembered someone special.

Then like a monk being enlightened, I had the perfect reason to tell Dianne and I hope that this will work out.

I held both of her arms and with mine and said solemnly -

'Dianne, before it is too late. I think it would be better for us to stop while I am still rational. You are a very beautiful person and I do not want you to give your womanhood to someone like me that cannot reciprocate your love.'