Francine was a wild child. Free spirited and imaginative, sexy and uninhibited.

However, unlike so many of our celebrities of today with their flashy looks and revealing clothes, she did none of this. Francine was understated, quiet and bookish. She wore thick glasses, blouses with pencil skirts, and was dressed in black, most of the time. It took a certain type of intelligence and curiosity to notice the subtle signals she was sending. The way she crossed her legs. The walk as she slowly passed by. Her well manicured hand, smoothing glossy hair gently back into a loose bun.

He was different than most. He noticed her the first moment they worked together. As she leaned down to help him with the computer program, his heart began to beat double time. While inhaling her luxurious scent, the silk of her blouse grazed his arm and he felt his cock rise up, rock hard. She turned to make eye contact and smiled knowingly. He was hooked.

Curious? Let me know, and I will write the story. And, no, I am not using AI. This is all MI, as in My Imagination.

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