countless Posted July 7, 2006 Share Posted July 7, 2006 Dorothy, the hostess, had been looking forward to this sales meeting. The area managers had arrived a few minutes ago and she was about to bring in the ordered drinks. She was wearing high heels and panties and a short skirt, to be at her best. In a meeting with a lot of handsome young men she enjoyed being looked at. Randall ... he was there too. Three monhs ago he had been there for the first time, and he had impressed her. He looked just perfect, dark curly hair and a big nose, dark eyes, tall, and had been so kind. Somewhere in his thirties. She had been dreaming of meeting him again.He had smiled at her and ordered some 'lebon' tea. Yes, he did remember her ! She had looked into his eyes and thought that he looked a bit tired. And pale ? And sounded somewhat stuffed ? Would he have ... ??She walked in with a trolley full of drinks and thought she would faint : aaah-SHUUU eh-SHUUU TSHAAAA !!! Randall sneezed a loud and wet triple in a clear blue-and-brown hanky and really needed to blow immediately afterwards. It sounded soo stuffy and there was no doubt that he had come down with a head cold. Her fetish was giving her hard times as she did not want to show the excitement she was feeling ! There must have been a blush on her cheeks and her nipples must have been visible through her tight shirt.As she served Randall's tea he sniffled and said 'thadks', looking at her with his watery eyes. As she left the room she heard him honk again. What a pity she had to leave ...One hour later the managers moved to the aula to watch a presentation and Dorothy entered the meeting room to collect the empty cups and glasses. No, that could not be true ! Right under the chair where Randall had been sitting there was lying something clear blue-and-brown, something wrinkled. For two seconds she hesitated, then stepped forward straight to her goal and picked up the dropped hanky. The next second she was trembling with excitement. What she'd expected to be moist and cold was really soaked and the warmth was still in it. The last blow could not be older than a few minutes ... This was the hottest toy she'd ever held.She locked the door of the meeting room behind her. There was no time to loose. Her hand slided into her panties and she masturbated as she never did before, touching her pussy with the soaked hanky. Oh dear, poor Randall had been blowing so much that it was almost dripping. Her pussy asked for more. She gave it a good hanky massage. Oh, her pussy could not get enough of that. And her breasts wanted to take part. She touched them with her other hand. Desire. Yes, penetrating her pussy wanted, and she was pushing in her wet toy as SOMEONE KNOCKED ON THE DOOR !She jumped up, put her clothes back to order, made some noise with cups and glasses and then shouted : Yes ! (Damned, the door was still locked !)She turned the key and opened the door. A man was standing there : Randall !'Excuse be, lady, I thidk I bust have left by hadky id here', he said.Dorothy could feel the hot hanky burning in between her legs.'I was tidying up, and I did not find it', she lied, undoubtedly with a naughty look in her eyes.'But take a look if you want.'Randall sighed and soon regretted that, as it awoke a huge tickle in his red nose. 'I deed by hanky ...', he groaned and sneezed twice into his cupped hands.And Randall's hanky got wetter than ever before ... Link to comment
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