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“Yes” “I’m Peter Rust. Could I talk you into joining me for lunch.” With a smile, I said, “Gladly.” I thought to myself, “It will be nice to chat with a man.” We both had club sandwiches, with coffee. I was about to thank him and get up to leave, when he surprised me by boldly saying, “I would love to have you join me in my room?” Expressionlessly, I stared at him. I was opening my mouth to say something, when I felt his hand on my knee. Ever so slowly, he moved it up my leg past the top of my stockings. His fingers gently went round and round on the front of my panties. Being at a corner table with a large table cloth, I knew that no one could see what he was doing, so I made no move to stop him.
As a breath escaped my lips, and my head raised ever so slightly, I opened my legs. “We are beginning to get moist, are we?” he said, with a slight grim on his face. “You have a lot of nerve, you know,” I finally said. “Oh, I don’t know. I saw how you looked over every man at that meeting. I knew that I could bed you, and I was right, wasn’t I?”