I didn't sleep well yesterday night. I remembered the moments I had with mike. He's really a very lovely man. I made a very big mistake of my life by allowing my emotions to take over me.  I was angry but pouring my anger and frustrations on him was very wrong. I remembered the very first day he stepped into my house. I remembered how he acted and saved me from troubles. I kept looking at side at night, where he used to sleep, wishing he was there and a drop of tears ran down my cheek. Not that I am in love with him but I just missed him.  Now in my office, nobody is here to help me. The work has was handling Is now static and its something I cannot do. I really did him bad by telling him to get out of the house. I treated him as if he's nothing. I picked my phone and dialed his number but I couldn't call him. I dropped my phone and continue what I was doing. The whole day was bad that I co

She was holding her hands behind her back and had this look of total mischief on her face, like she just got away with something. Her head was turned to the side, as if listening through the door to make sure no one had caught her; then she looked at me. She was chewing her lower lip slightly, with this intent look in her eyes. Hands still clasped behind her, she made an effort to stick her chest out a bit, pushing her breasts against her shirt even more.  I was stunned like never before. Honestly, my first thought was maybe she had pulled a prank on another waitress and she was hiding or something. As my eyes roamed her body, my body tingled with a little nervous energy.God, she is hot.As I stared back down to her gorgeous toned legs, the image of her bending over in front of me flashed behind my eyes immediately. I felt myself starting to get hard, but at the same time, I remembered Jennifer. Then I really started feeling awkward. 

I didn't even realize during my lustful gaping that one of my hands had found its way to her ass, gently squeezing her pert, tight backside. The button on my jeans was undone now. She pushed one of her hands up onto my stomach under my shirt, almost completely exposing my pelvic region. I'm ticklish there, and normally I probably would have laughed at the touch, but now it only shot jolts of pleasure between my legs. My zipper was down. Her other hand grabbed the waist of both my jeans and boxers in the front, and then slowly started to pull them down. Both of us were watching my dick, waiting for it to spring out. I'm not sure which one of us wanted it to happen more. Everything was such a rush; thoughts barely even had time to form in my mind before instinctual lust overwhelmed them. My pubic hair was being revealed, then the very base of my hard-on. It was pointing down, and the feeling of my clothes rubbing against it as they were pushed

I tried to get a handle on myself. Attempting to clear my head, I went back to work. For awhile it was a lost cause: my mind obviously racing and, to be honest, in the gutter. Maybe an hour later I had actually managed to get it out of my thoughts when another email came. My heart leapt in my throat. Hi Sexy, did you get my pictures? I skimmed over the message; there were no images this time, both to my relief and... utter disappointment. The message didn't say much. Some, I've been thinking of you and shit. Really she just wanted me to reply to her. At the end of it she put her phone number. I scribbled it down and deleted the email. As excited as I was, I got to admit I was freaking out about this happening at work. Photo attachments, and now message bodies with suggestive language in it. If anybody happened to be running profanity filters or email surveillance on the employees, I could be in deep shit. Maybe I was being paranoid. Hell, I

She spun around and tilted her head low, eyes shifting up to stare at me. "Nothing! If you want the other two copies, come in and get 'em!" She turned again and started walking; slow, leisurely steps that she accented by really swaying her ass side to side. Anger started to boil inside me. "And if I don't?" I asked. Without facing me, she nonchalantly replied, "Who knows who might accidentally hear it..." She unlocked her door and opened it, sliding inside. The door swung closed, but not so far that it latched. She was beckoning me in. I stood there for a moment, my heart racing. Everything was shouting at me to get out of there. I could explain all this to Jennifer somehow... Maybe... Maybe not. Why did I even care when Jennifer and I are not even dating. She's not my girlfriend or my wife that I should care much about the tabe. But what if she love me? This tape might change her mind. I like her and am having