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Chapter 4 by ScribeOfLilith ScribeOfLilith

Will The Encounter Be Forgotten?

No

Throughout the next week, whenever I was not by Becky's side my mind returned to that night. Where my girl stood in the door way, looking at me with the same intoxicating look I gave her. Though each time my mind returned to that moment it became increasingly detailed. Initially I had not noticed the delectable pout in her engorged plum lips as they curled into a knowing smile.

Then the memories of that night became increasingly frequent, every time I got into a flow state or relaxed another detail would emerge.

After work, I attended the gym to relax and build my physique. Though as I ran and ultimately fell into a rhythm my mind took me back to the street, I could see her golden eyes bore into me with desire as her pouty lips yearned to be kissed. Instinctively I stopped running on the treadmill, hiding my burgeoning erection from any passersby as I headed to the locker room before heading home.

Any moment whether at work, home or travelling about my thoughts returned to her image. It was though that night was akin to me staring into the sun and her image had been burned into my mind.

I sat at my desk, running over complex figures not thinking of anything when I remembered the girls exquisite bubble butt inside the taut plum latex shorts. A distinct bulge nestled it self between those ripe cheeks that filled me with a sense of intrigued arousal as I wondered what awaited me on the other side. I hid my hardening cock beneath the lip of the wooden desk.

As I rode the bus home, momentarily distracted by my phone she returned in more detail stood in the open revealing her glossy slick armpits that sent an aroused chill through my body. When I looked up, no one was stood there.

Returning home I lay on the couch with Becky pressed against me, both of us passively watching the television. Thoughts of my girl returned to my mind, with details I couldn't have possibly noted at the time. I see her taut plum latex shorts tight around her throbbing veiny cock that causes my own to rise within my denim jeans.

A singular thought races through my mind

'I MUST SEE HER.

Will Eric Act On The Singular Thought?

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