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It was odd, the way she was dressed—almost as though she weren't engaged in a carnal act in the bathroom—her suit jacket still buttoned, white shirt still pristine. Only her skirt was a little rumpled, having been bunched up over my head as I ate her out. I withdrew as I felt the pressure on my head lessen and blinked at the sudden light. She smiled down at me, a genuine, warm smile this time. I grinned back, feeling a little foolish. She grabbed a handful of tissues, wiped herself down, pulled her panties up, straightened her skirt. She glanced at her watch. Then she bent down, gave me a deep kiss, smearing and eating what was left of my lipstick—a very sexy, sensual kiss I might add—then straightened, unlocked the door and left with nothing more said.
I got to my feet shakily and shook out my raincoat and put it on again after fixing my now wet and messed up thong as best as I could. At least, I rationalized, it was only a woman who had fucked me—if it had been a guy Akash had picked (or happened by), I would have had to deal with his man-juice as well. Not the best thing to have to explain on a "first date," like what I was thinking the meeting with Aditya was going to be. I fixed my make up again and took a deep breath. Time to go up to meet Aditya.
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