I can’t believe I thought his sister was another woman he slept with! Thank God I didn’t follow my first instinct, which was to storm up to them on the sidewalk and yell at Andy. That would have been humiliating, especially since I’m always the one preaching I don’t need a man. What Andy made me feel on Wednesday… it’s not about need, it’s about want. My nipples tighten as I recall how liberating it felt to be blindfolded and pleasured. I want that sensation again. I want to feel more. And that cute little accountant might be just the one to give it to me. I resist the urge to tweak my hard peaks and the overwhelming desire to pleasure myself in the shower. I hurry through my washing, worried Andy will return with lunch while I’m still in the bathroom. I pick a pair of tight jeans that showcase my ass nicely, and a snug top to display the cleavage revealed by my push-up bra. If I’m thinking more about that man than I want, then damned if I’m not going to drive him to distraction every chance I get.
