As Sally moved through the plant nursery, her mind was miles away.
Remembering one of the best orgasm of her life.
After she was spanked by Mr.Johnson in public park, when she came home and saw in the mirror her red bottom.
She fingered herself to the climax right in front of the mirror.
That pleasurable pain radiated from her cheeks. Put incredible dimension to her climax.
It was so incredible that even a week later, she still think about it.
“SALLY!!”
Suddenly someone interrupted her thoughts.
“Yea, what?” She answered and realized her coworker Mia was standing right in front of her.
“Stop dreaming, and move your ass to the office. Boss wants to talk with you.”
Mia said and then walked away.
All the way to the office, Sally tried to think why the boss wanted to see her.
Mr.Willows, was the perfect boss. He didn't micromanage his employees. And let them do their job as they see fit.
“Hi, Boss, you wanted to see me?”
Sally asked when she entered his office.
Mr.Willows was sitting behind his table. His big frame almost didn't fit there.
He looked like a lumberjack from the cartoon, on occasional halloween parties he just put on a red flannel t-shirt and took an ax from the garden shed and the costume was done.
He just celebrated his 48 years, BUT thanks to his silver hair, hee looked older.
Mr.Willows looked at Sally and smiled.
“OH, yes. Howard asked me to give you his number. He forgot to give it to you when you scheduled your help with his garden.”
Sally must have looked very surprised because he added.
“OH i mean Mr.Johnson.”
Sally nodded, trying to look like the first name of Mr.Johnson, was the only new information in that sentence.
Help with the garden, what the hell is he planning.
Sally thought, but because Mr.Willows started to look at her suspiciously she quickly added.
“Yes right, last time when he was here we talked a little, and I promised to help him. But we forgot to change numbers. Can you send it to me?”
Mr.Willows nodded, as her explanation satisfied him.
When she came home, she dialed Mr.Johnson's number.
After the third ringing someone picked up.
“Howard Johnson speaking.”
“Mr.Johnson, it's me, Sally.”
“Wonderful, so you get my number. I must apologize for my little lie. But I need some reason for him to give you my number. As I need to talk to you.”
Mr.Johnson explained.
“That's all right,” Sally said, “what do you need to talk about?”
“You know I really enjoyed our two meetings. And I am sure you enjoyed them too.”
Sally blushed when he mentioned their encounters. She was glad he couldn't see her through the phone. Sally was still embarrassed by the effect he had on her.
Mr.Johnson continued
“So I thought, we shouldn't let our next meeting depend on luck. So if you would agree, and visit me in my house. And help me with the garden. We could enjoy another adventure.”
Sally lisent and almost instantly agreed. The possibility to again feel his hands. Cloud her judgment.
“That would be perfect.”
“Glad to hear it.” Mr.Johnson said
“What about this Friday, around 9:00? I will send you my address”
“That's perfect” Sally acknowledged, and thought if he knew that she had Friday off. Or if it was just a lucky tip.
R“I will be waiting,” Mr.Johnson said “OH, and Sally.”
“Yes, Mr.Johnson?”
“Wear exactly what you were wearing in the park.” He added and with that he ended the phone call.
Sally shivered and felt weak in the knees. Prospect of her visiting Mr.Johnson in his home. Wearing only an old stretched t-shirt makes her aroused. She quickly put the phone down and almost instantly brought herself to an orgasm. Thinking about all that can happen next Friday
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