“That feels so fucking good!” I grabbed the sheets and clawed into them, ruining the housekeeper’s work as I pulled at them. He kept going until... I was ready to explode. “You’re gonna make me cum!” I squeaked. He stopped and moved up so his cock was rubbing against mine. I was dripping like a fountain, but only precum. He kissed me hard and continued to grind on me, our bodies both squirming. I wrapped my legs around him tight. He spit into his palm and reached down to ready my hole. I felt two. We reached Mumbai and so we exchanged number and started more on phone. We were like addicted to each other. We met several times but I never invited her to my place as I was not sure how she will react.After almost 3 months of talking I asked her lets meet and go for a movie late night on which she instantly agreed. Show was of late night in a weekday so theater was like empty and I was happy and was counting on my luck.As I was staying alone so had made all preparations needed. She was. Instead, she didn’t offer it. Instead, she gave me a solemn look. ‘Would you like to know why you must drink from only here, where my lips have been?’ she asked and I felt it building. There would be a sage-like bit of advice. A moment of sincerity like dessert to the meal of our mirth. I nodded, waiting for it. ‘Because otherwise it’s messy,’ she said, planting her lips on the far side of the glass, tipping it and pouring champagne down her front. I should have seen it coming. It was an old. Part of you really wants to get out tonight "blow off some steam" as it were, after all it was a really long day. You know you have work early tomorrow but it's going to be Friday everyone at the office is just going to want to get out of there for the weekend, they wouldn't notice if you were a little late and maybe a little hung over. Still you do have to be there and looking good, after all if the boss keeps noticing you maybe you'll actually get promoted one of these days.Ugh, first things.