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“You presumed right. How can I help you?” You said you were trying to contain yourself. Now that you are 25 , you have fairly good control over your libido. You never buckled under pressure , always played it cool around women, and were suave with the bedroom game. However, you hadn’t fully woken up yet. She was, for lack of a better term, stunning, and it caught you off guard. It also didn’t help that you had a serious case of morning wood that was rapidly growing.

“Well, you could start by inviting me in because I assure you you’ll love what I have to say. ” Without waiting for a response, the woman stepped forward and squeezed between you and the door. She made sure to accidentally drag her hip over your tented cock as she passed. Your cock throbs from the friction as she starts swaying her hips as she walks deeper into the room. You try to regain your composure, but the combination of her boldness and your physical arousal leaves you feeling both excited and slightly overwhelmed. Unsure of how to respond, you follow her, your mind racing with anticipation and curiosity about what she has to say. She ended up in your living room, over by a nearby coffee table. She then bends over, letting her ass linger in the air as she sets the package down.

You felt exposed while standing there like an idiot with a hand still on the door knob, watching some sexy stranger prance around the apartment. On the one hand, having a woman show up on your doorstep was never a terrible thing. This has happened many times and usually had favorable results. But on the other hand, You are usually expecting it. This time, you had no idea who this woman was. You are also dressed a bit more properly while hosting. However, if a sexy woman casually walks into your apartment and starts making herself at home, you kind of just roll with it and make the shit up as you go along.

“Well, I am usually never this lucky to have such a beautiful woman show up unannounced. So, I have to ask, What did I do to deserve such company?” you say as you shut the door and follow in her wake, cock bobbing with every step.

Well, Mr. Spencer It's not what you did, but who you are. I am here to congratulate you for being picked.” She says she is pacing back and forth, exaggerating her hips, and not taking her eyes off of you.

“Picked? Well, color me intrigued. But what did I get picked for? I do assume something a bit more interesting than a gift card to Chili's. ” You manage to get to the chair and sit down, trying your best to adjust your erection. It ended up resting against his waist, making it somewhat less obvious, but now you could see a glimpse through the hole in the front. She didn't seem to notice as she leaned against the couch adjacent to him, still avoiding the actual question. He normally would be annoyed with the lack of direct answers, but he was too focused on the hot woman’s ass to really worry about it.

“I work for people who have this sort of game. Every year, a lucky man is picked for a very lucrative opportunity. One opportunity that requires only the strongest willed individual Someone who could withstand a lot of, let’s just say, pent up tension And if the individual, let’s say you, succeeds, then you will be handsomely rewarded.” The woman says this and stops pacing.

To your surprise, she then started to casually undo the top two buttons on her blouse, revealing more of her cleavage. You couldn’t believe what was happening and were just speechless, hanging on her every word. She then goes to sit down on an armchair close to you and kicks off her heels to get more comfortable. She plays with her Apple Watch a bit and then continues to resume the conversation. You swallow hard, trying not to break your concentration.

“Well, you definitely have gotten my attention. But I still don't know what this is about. Or who you even are. ” You say you are trying to control the conversation, but you are almost convinced this is a dream. Yes, a wet dream.

“Well, I’m glad I do because this can be life changing. And soon everything will become clear. But there is one thing. There is just one small catch. A catch that you personally won’t like.” The woman says this as she scoots closer, making her skirt ride up her slender, nylon covered legs. She then leans in and places her hands on John's knees. John shivered at her touch. He is now convinced this was a dream.

“And here I thought I was home free. So, what is it? The suspense is killing,” you say.

"Actually, all your answers are in that packet I brought. But before I let you open it, I need to do something first." You weren't sure what she meant until you watched her stand up and climb on top of you, straddling your lap. You were too shocked to stop her as she began kissing your neck.