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We'd been flirting for weeks now, since shortly after she started working at the office. From our conversations, I knew she had relocated for the position and hadn't met anyone since. The sexual tension was palpable when I arrived to pick her up for our first date. Always the gentleman, I complimented her appearance and admired the framed photos on display. She moved throughout the room like an artist at a gallery and told me a little about each shot. She ended the tour at the photo nearest to me which left her strategically placed just inside my personal space. I was captivated by her and delighted by every little thing that I noticed about her - her cute outfit, the subtlety of her make-up and nails, and the wisps of hair that had worked themselves free and framed her face. As we left the apartment, she turned her back to me to lock the door. I stepped up behind her and placed my hands on her waist. I lowered my head to her neck and felt those wisps of hair against my face. I whispered to her, "I'm going to let you choose the 'when,' the 'where,' and the 'how,' but at some point before the night is done, I want you on your knees in front of me." It was a bold demand and one she obviously hadn't expected. She paused for a few seconds and then apparently arrived at some decision. She proceeded past me with a blush on her cheeks and a deep, mischievous grin on her face. I heard her dutifully reply, "Yes, sir" over her shoulder. I knew then that this was going to be a night I'd never forget.
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