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Drew stands in front of a house. All the anxiety and hesitation in his body focuses on his fingertip as it inches closer to the doorbell. Pressing the button, Drew hears the ring and braces for a full-on panic attack. A few moments later, the doorknob turns and the door opens to show Carol Crest standing in front of him."Drew!" she exclaims. "I didn't expect to see you today. What can I do for you?" Carol is wearing a white button-up shirt beneath a red blazer, buttoned at the mid-torso. Long black pants cover*her legs, with a little bit of makeup on her face. The look is completed by a pair of blue earrings hanging from her earlobes.Staring in amazement, Drew opens his mouth to speak. "I..." He trails off, his words failing him. Looking at this beautiful woman completely took his breath away. There was just no way that anything he said could fully express his feelings toward Carol.Carol furrows her brow. "Is everything ok, Drew?" she asks with a worried tone.After a few more seconds, Drew can't stand the silence anymore. He steps forward into the house, his foot on the mat. Placing a hand on Carol's hip, Drew pulls her up against him. A surprised gasp escapes Carol's lips."Drew, what are you doing?" she looks into his eyes, slightly shaken yet not trying to escape Drew's grasp. As he looks into Carol's eyes, he sees the lust emerging within them. They both feel the magnetism in their bodies, knowing they want one another.Drew moves in first, gently putting his hand behind Carol's neck and pulling her in slowly against his lips. Her lips were so soft and tasted like cherries. As their lips found a rhythm together, Carol's hands found Drew's cheeks, resting gently on them. As they slowly pull away, Carol's lips are trembling."Drew..." she breathes. Before she can*say another word, Drew's fingers are unbuttoning her blazer. Her breathing grows louder as he moves the garment down her arms, letting it fall to the floor. Drew kisses her neck above her chest, moving upward toward her chin. Carol's neck rises in response, moaning lightly as his hands open her shirt.Moving toward the couch, Carol lays back, her shirt on the floor. Drew's hands reach around her dark blue lace bra. After unhooking it, Carol takes it in her hand and runs it across his cheek. Drew moves to her pants, pulling them down quickly. He stands and looks at Carol. Understanding his look, she pulls his jeans down, revealing his erect shaft.Drew gets on the couch with his muse, guiding his member to her wet and wanting entrance. As he pushes inside her, Carol moans loudly."Oh, Carol!" exclaims Drew. Then he stops.Her pussy doesn't feel the way I thought it would,*he says to himself. It isn't wrapping around his shaft and squeezing him. It doesn't even feel wet. There was really feel no feeling at all...Suddenly, Drew shoots upward with sweat running down his face. He closes his eyes and puts his hand on his forehead. When he finally calms down, Drew looks around. He is currently in his room, escort beylikdüzü (https://www.beylikduzuescord.com/) laying half-naked under the covers in his bed.Just a dream, he thinks to himself. A very realistic dream no less. Drew couldn't believe how vivid it was. The hands gliding across each other's skin. Lips pressed against lips. Drew looks down toward the end of his bed where he notices his almost fully erect shaft. "I guess I wasn't the only one who enjoyed it," he says out loud.Drew gets out of bed and heads to the bathroom down the hall. He starts the shower and waits for the water to warm up before stepping in. As the droplets begin to fall over his head, Drew closes his eyes and lets his mind drift back to that night...Drew's heart pounds in his chest as he hears Carol's footsteps descending down the stairs. He had just ejaculated while watching her play with herself in the shower with a glass toy. What if she finds out what I did? What if she*knows what I did? Drew's mind was going a million miles a second."Drew? Are you there?" The call makes his ears perk up. Carol's voice had a hint of urgency to it. Drew's eyes grow wide with panic as she slowly comes into view. She's wearing a red satin bathrobe, with her blonde hair still damp from her shower and wrapped around the left side of her neck. "There you are! Did you bring that box upstairs for me?" Carol's eyes stare straight into his. Drew stutters."I-I-Well-Kinda. Yeah." He's positive he looks guilty.Carol crosses her arms and shakes her head. "I hope you didn't step into my room. I expect privacy in my own home." Drew just shakes his head no, hoping that she will believe him. Carol smiles. "I'm just playing with you! I know you wouldn't do that." She moves toward the kitchen and stops at the entryway. Turning around, Carol grins. "Though if you did sneak a peek, I hope you like what you saw." She giggles and winks at Drew.Dumbfounded, Drew follows Carol to the kitchen. She fixes him a sandwich with some lemonade and proceeds to ask him about his college life. With every question, Drew slowly relaxes. He became more convinced that she had no clue he was watching her in the shower. After their conversation was over, Carol stands up. "Well, I should be getting to bed. I have a meeting at noon and I know I'll be worn out if I don't get a good night's sleep."Drew walks to the door and sticks his hand out to shake hers. Carol laughs and pushes his hand down. "Come on, you deserve more than just a handshake for your work!" She leans in and wraps her arms around Drew.As he feels her embrace, Drew's mind leaves his body. His arms hang limp and all he can think about is how nice this hug is. The satin feels soft against his exposed skin. Drew can smell the tea tree oil from her shampoo lingering around her hair. Before she breaks contact, Drew swore he could feel a faint poking coming from Carol's chest through her robe. When she pulls away, Drew almost starts begging her to do it again."Thank you, Ms. Crest," he escort akbatı (https://www.asbahcesehir.com/) says almost robotically. After hearing himself, Drew clears his throat. "I mean, thank you, Ms. Crest," he says in a voice he hopes sounds somewhat normal. Carol stares at him and giggles."SIlly. Call me Carol!" Drew tries but just nods instead. Carol watches him as he gets to his car and bids him farewell. Before Drew drives away, he steals one last look at Carol as she turns around and goes back inside. Right before she closes the door, he sees Carol wink at him. Or at least he thought she did.Drew turns the water off and steps out of the shower. With a towel wrapped around his waist, he moves into his room, locking the door behind him. Going to his closet, Drew looks lazily at his selection. He didn't plan on going out today so he didn't really care what he wore. He closes his eyes and starts to point to a shirt at random when the doorknob to his room starts jiggling."Honey? Are you in there?" Drew could tell from the voice that it was his mother."Mom! What have we talked about? You need to knock first! I'm lucky I locked the door!""I'm sorry, Drew. I forgot," she says through the door. "I need to talk to you downstairs.""About what?" asks Drew, somewhat annoyed. He chooses a shirt and begins walking over to his bed."Carol called."Drew freezes and drops his shirt. Why would she call? "What did she say?" he asks. "Mom?" No response came. She must have gone downstairs. Drew's mind begins to race. Does Ms. Crest need something? Does she want more help unpacking? Maybe she wants his opinion on the decor for her new house. "Yeah, because you have such an eye for such things", he says sarcastically. I've gotta stop doing that, he thinks to himself.Ok, calm down, Drew. Ms. Crest probably just wants to thank you again for helping her out. Why else would she be calling?*"Because she knows what you did, idiot!" he shouts. Drew sits on his bed for a minute. "I won't know until I ask Mom."Choosing a nicer teal shirt with a collar and tan pants, Drew leaves his room and descends the stairs. As he reaches the bottom, he sees his mother standing behind the counter, swiping up and down on her phone. Marilyn was wearing an old, baggy white t-shirt with ripped jeans."Hey sweetie", she says when Drew enters the room. "Just finished cleaning the living room." Marilyn takes the tie out of her ponytail and shakes her hair out a little. As Drew sits down on a stool in front of the kitchen counter, Marilyn locks her phone and puts it down somewhat forcefully. "I can't BELIEVE this!" she says angrily. She knows, thinks Drew, and braces himself for the worst.Marilyn sighs. "I just got off the phone with the office. They're making me project manager for the Simon deal. That man is unbearable!" she seethes. Drew's eyes widen in surprise. Looking at his mother, he can't tell if she is angry, tired, or both. "He treats me like I don't know anything at all. I've been doing this for ten years!" she continues. escort beylikdüzü (https://www.beylikduzuyonetim.com/) Marilyn takes a deep breath. "I'm sorry,* Drew. I don't mean to take out my frustration on you."Drew shrugs. "No worries, Mom. I'm here for you," he says with a little smile."Thank you, sweetie. I'd hug you, but," Marilyn raises her arms and lets them drop to her sides. "I'm all sweaty from cleaning," she laughs. Drew laughs with her. Looking at his mother with a bit of sweat makes him think of somebody else..."Oh Mom! Why did Ms. Crest call?" he asks. For a few brief moments, Drew had forgotten about his all-consuming desire for the beautiful woman. Marilyn laughs and shakes her head."I'm sorry, I completely forgot. Carol asked if you could swing by her house this evening. She wants to talk to you about something."Panic wells up within Drew's body. "Why exactly?""Sorry, she didn't say. Although Carol did say six would work well for her," replies Marilyn."I see..." mutters Drew. He stands up and walks to the living room. Plopping down on the couch, Drew closes his eyes and tries to relax. Don't freak out, he tells himself. Taking out his phone, Drew sees the time is 4:30 PM in the afternoon. Not much time to spare before meeting Ms. Crest. After settling down a little bit, he walks upstairs.Drew looks in the mirror, checking his appearance. I'll need to run a comb through my hair, he thinks to himself. He goes to his drawer, takes out his special body spray and applies some. Drew felt it gave him a dignified air about him. Enough to be pleasant, but not overpowering. Not that it had ever worked on a woman. The thought that Carol might be allergic to his spray crosses Drew's mind, but he would have to cross that bridge if and when he came to it. Who knows? Maybe she'd let me wash it off in her shower, a voice whispers.Drew shakes his head focuses on what's important. He wanted to look good for her. Moving to the bathroom, Drew takes a brush and a comb and gets to work. After some time, his hair was straight, parted on his left and combed over to the right. Drew couldn't remember the last time he put this much effort into his appearance. What do I think is gonna happen, he asks himself.*Time flies by and soon Drew is standing in front of Carol's house. He feels a sense of...was it déjà vu? Drew remembers his dream, how he felt standing in front of Ms. Crest's door. To be sure he wasn't dreaming, Drew pinches himself hard. "Ow!" he shouts."Hello?" Drew hears through the front door."I guess I was louder than I thought," whispers Drew. With no time to mentally prepare himself for Ms. Crest's imminent arrival, he takes a deep breath and waits. The footsteps coming from inside the house grow louder and a moment later, Carol opens the door."Drew! You made it." She takes a second to check her watch. "On the dot! Very punctual. Love that in a person." Carol was wearing a green workout top with matching green yoga pants, her blonde hair hanging gorgeously in all its glory. Drew quickly averts his gaze and looks at Ms. Crest's face. She winks at him and steps back. "Come on in! I was exercising a little and figured I'd keep the clothes on for what's ahead." Drew's heart races, imagining what kind of activity she could mean.