Memories made with my sweet Andrea – 1

She grinned from ear to ear. “Thank you Brian, I will. It’s nice having someone to actually talk to about such things…even sort of naughty things,” she said once again looking down at my crotch. “And just so you know?” She laughed, opening her door and stepping out. “I’m a bit hard myself,” she grinned and actually touched her breasts where her nipples would be.

 “Goodnight,” she finished and then jumped into her car, pulling out of the lot as I sat for a moment still a bit stunned at the dialog we’d just shared not to mention the totally unexpected action of her rubbing her nipples, even if it was only for a mere second. But that was enough to cause my dick to lurch once again.

Yeah there was no denying the fact I was horny as hell too. And I certainly didn’t have any expectations of going home and relieving that. I took one careful look around the park, which was still very deserted. I took my cock out and proceeded to give myself a nice stroke, allowing myself to entertain fantasies about Andrea that I knew damn good and well weren’t going anywhere.

**

The following day Andrea stopped by my office briefly before heading directly off towards the dungeon. She slid what appeared to be a thank you card across my desk, smiling and then walking off. With everyone outside busy at their assigned tasks, I sat back reading the small note she had written.

“Just wanted to thank you again for last night. Lending me an ear, and a shoulder to cry on. It helped…a lot. I even did something I haven’t done in more month’s than I can even count now. So thank you for that too,” she’d added, and then signed it HOL.

I chuckled seeing that. But I had noticed something else too when she came in. She was again wearing a nice pair of jeans, but she had also worn a rather form fitting red and white striped tee shirt that actually showed off a bit of cleavage. Not much…but more than she had up until now anyway. I didn’t have a ‘thank you’ card, but I pulled out a notepad and answered her back.

” HL,” I began, once again leaving out the O for Old. “Like I said, anytime. And I don’t mind telling you it’s nice to know you actually ‘did’ something,” I emphasized putting a line beneath that word. Kind of exciting knowing that. And BTW, just so you know…I did too.” I then signed my note back to her, NB.

I waited until I actually had something to take back to her for filing, and then took the file folder along with her note having paper clipped that with her name on it back to the file room handing it to her. She smiled seeing it.

 I winked and then turned heading back to my office again. It was perhaps thirty or forty minutes, just a short time before everyone was to call it a day when she came back into my office again. This time she had written me another note, slipping that to me on what was now an empty manila file folder. Without so much as a word, she turned and went back to the dungeon.

I know it sounds silly, but I was feeling a bit like some kid passing dirty notes to his girlfriend in high school or something. But it was again arousing, exciting. And certainly far more exciting than anything I’d been enjoying lately anyway. I opened the note reading it carefully in such a way that no one would notice me doing so if they were to suddenly pop in. No one did.

“I like you calling me HL, makes me feel good, and again…even wanted in a way. I’m sort of…buzzy right now because of it. And I also wanted to ask, did you? Really? Where? Right there in the park?” This time she signed it HL.

I waited until everyone had gone for the day, locking up, and then heading down the hall to the file room. Andrea was of course still busy, sitting there in her small little steno chair, leaning over one of the open drawers putting things away when I came in. She looked up. I was grinning, and then she did. “How’s it going HL?” I teased. Once again making her laugh, though answering her question moments later. “And yes…I did. Right there in the park, I took it out and well…you know, only seconds after you left.”

She was blushing again, but not from embarrassment, that was an entirely different look. She was flushed, excited…or at least getting there anyway. And I was also further treated to a bit of a look down her blouse too as it had opened just a bit. I could see the gentle swell of her magnificent breasts just before they disappeared down into the confines of the lacy white bra she was wearing. Once again I felt my cock lurch and knew if I didn’t beat-feet out of there, I’d be standing there with an erection.

“Wow,” she sighed. “Yeah, me too,” she then giggled. “Well, the moment I got home anyway. It felt good too, I haven’t done that in months. Just haven’t felt like it.”

“I know what you mean,” I told her. “Sort of in the same situation myself,” which is when I finally told her a little about what I was going through too.