Dismissing her sexy antics as insincere, immature flirtation, I plopped down on the couch in the reception area to find something to read.Dismissing her sexy antics as insincere, immature flirtation, I plopped down on the couch in the reception area to find something to read. This didn't prevent me from continuing to stare at her ass until she sat down, however. The exagerated way she moved her hips was turning me on, and I decided to enjoy it while I could -- i.e., while her back was turned. Despite my intention to not take Mary too seriously, I couldn't help but wonder if perhaps she _was_ trying to get my sexual attention. For a moment, my mind drifted off into a fantasy of her slowly stripping for me as I watched from my vantage point on the couch. But then I sobered up and reminded myself that she probably had dozens of boyfriends and there was no way she'd ever consider a 37-year-old, slightly flabby, balding guy like me. |