Not really. I just thought that would be a catchy title.
She's our office receptionist and I'm not in love with her. Maybe she is a stripper on the side. I really don't know. She's like 50, married with two adult children but I'd let her pop my MILF cherry. Hey, the wife said she thought she was an attractive woman too!
I don't pine for her. She pines for me...not really...but she could.
Anyway, today I had to touch her "middle body" as it was described to me. We were at our company picnic and she and two other women decided that the four of us needed to join the Mummy Wrap competition. If you don't know what that is, it's just four people; 1 "mummy" and 3 wrappers that take a roll of toilet paper each and wrap the mummy. The recept (this is how I'll refer to her) was the mummy. One woman was shorter than I and she claimed the legs. The other claimed the head even though we are about the same height - I think she didn't want to bend at all. That left me to the middle body. I told the two other women that were with us that I didn't feel totally comfortable as the middle body included what I commonly refer to as boobs! And as I am a "wrapper," my hands, arms, whatever will be coming across these boobs and I'm not sure that is an appropriate thing to occur. The recept said that she thought I would handle it just fine.
DAMN! I think she wanted me to accidentally touch her boobs! We'll never know for sure.
So, the whistle blows to start the wrapping. I think I actually did a pretty good job and the recept complemented me on it as well even though we lost. I did way better than she who was wrapping the head and a little better than the leg wrapper. I also did well to minimize the boob grazing which wasn't too difficult since she's probably only a B-cup or big A-cup. I don't know how those things are measured...palm-sized, handful, gazongas? Although, if it was my wife or in a different environment, my wandering hands could have gone out of control.
That was about all the excitement for the day I can handle. Now that I am back in the office, I feel like I could take a nap until Saturday morning tennis.
She's our office receptionist and I'm not in love with her. Maybe she is a stripper on the side. I really don't know. She's like 50, married with two adult children but I'd let her pop my MILF cherry. Hey, the wife said she thought she was an attractive woman too!
I don't pine for her. She pines for me...not really...but she could.
Anyway, today I had to touch her "middle body" as it was described to me. We were at our company picnic and she and two other women decided that the four of us needed to join the Mummy Wrap competition. If you don't know what that is, it's just four people; 1 "mummy" and 3 wrappers that take a roll of toilet paper each and wrap the mummy. The recept (this is how I'll refer to her) was the mummy. One woman was shorter than I and she claimed the legs. The other claimed the head even though we are about the same height - I think she didn't want to bend at all. That left me to the middle body. I told the two other women that were with us that I didn't feel totally comfortable as the middle body included what I commonly refer to as boobs! And as I am a "wrapper," my hands, arms, whatever will be coming across these boobs and I'm not sure that is an appropriate thing to occur. The recept said that she thought I would handle it just fine.
DAMN! I think she wanted me to accidentally touch her boobs! We'll never know for sure.
So, the whistle blows to start the wrapping. I think I actually did a pretty good job and the recept complemented me on it as well even though we lost. I did way better than she who was wrapping the head and a little better than the leg wrapper. I also did well to minimize the boob grazing which wasn't too difficult since she's probably only a B-cup or big A-cup. I don't know how those things are measured...palm-sized, handful, gazongas? Although, if it was my wife or in a different environment, my wandering hands could have gone out of control.
That was about all the excitement for the day I can handle. Now that I am back in the office, I feel like I could take a nap until Saturday morning tennis.
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