A much YOUNGER female version, but jeans, rugby shirt, tennis shoes ... Her shirt was blue and yellow stripes. Mine was red and blue. And seeing my at...ire, she giggled."Can you come in for a second?" I asked. "I need to print something." Sure," she said innocently. She stepped inside, looking around. "This is gonna be nice when you finish with it," she said."I AM finished with it," I quipped."Oh, no you aren't. Don't make me come in here and straighten this place out." What makes you think that. She had been hotter, much hotter; soaking in a hard earned sweat, only a few hours previously.Gradually, images crowded past her boredom, casting aside her discomfort. They replaced it with the welcome distraction of the memory of the touching of her breasts. An uncontrolled shiver up her spine, as her nipples hardened at this welcomed recollection. A smile of remembered satisfaction curled at the edges of her mouth, as she drew a fingertip across the lingering bead of sweat that hung suspended. My mom wasn’t really looking in my direction, but she would occasionally turn her head around when she had something to say. I wasn’t really watching the movie.Instead, I got lost in my thoughts and wondered whether my mom had a good sex drive, if she masturbates often, what she likes to think about. As always, those thoughts turned me on and by then I was fully erect. I’d occasionally stretch my back, further exposing my bulge to my mom’s attention.Of course, she eventually noticed. I could. Neil talked about his half finished novels, there were two apparently, both about lost love and angst. Time and gin had flowed effortlessly past. "Shall I walk you to your room?" he enquired. The doors of the life closed shut, my desire to kiss him overwhelmed me. He pulled me towards him and closed his eyes, his mouth exploring mine for the first time. He tasted of gin and in the distance of cigarettes. The lift juddered to a stop, the doors and our lips parted. I took Neil by the hand and led.
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