Danielle at the Office

Daniel ended his work day like any other; tired, bored and longing for sexual action as Danielle. It was three months since Danielle's first meeting and many a night she'd dress as sexy as she could and masturbated to magnificent heights, all the while moaning Shawn's name. Just the mere thought of him and the slightest recollection of what they did, stirred Danielle's she-cock into a raging frenzy. Sure she chatted more with Shawn, but because of his work schedule, they were unable to pull off another meeting. Sure she still played online; there were many guys she chatted with that brought her to a wonderful climax. But Shawn was different; he was her first.

He stood next to his car, still in the parking lot of where he worked. He smiled to himself, pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number. A few rings later, it was answered by an oriental-speaking woman.

"May I speak to Mr. Richards, please?"

With a pleasant affirmative, the line clicked and soft music came through the phone. Moments later, a man's voice came through.

"Shawn Richards, may I help you?"

"Hi...its, um...its Danielle."

"Hi, babe, how are you?"

Nervous. Butterflies were all around inside.

"I'm ok...would I be able to stop by and see you?"

"Yes! The office is empty by 7, so come by then. Do you need directions?"

"Yes, I don't have them with me."

Shawn spelled out which routes to take and which lefts and rights to make. Disconnecting the connection, Daniel got into his car and made his way out of the parking lot, onto the avenue.

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An hour later, Daniel pulled into the parking lot outside a large, warehouse-type building. It was big, rectangular and brown. The only thing that gave the building any color were the tinted windows that lined the walls, eight feet from the ground. It was the only row of windows in the building, running the complete length. Daniel pulled outside the set of glass doors that read "47 Industrial Blvd.", and waited for Shawn to come out, as he instructed.