Spooning, Desire, and Denial, Part 4
Next you pass Sandy, who is wearing a sheer black dress. She also comes up close to you and says:
"Do you like my dress? I picked it out specially for the party!"
Your cock causes you pain as you try to focus on her face, and then imagine kissing her pink, wet, and inviting lips. "It's *amazing*," you say honestly.
"Is there anything I should bring to the party?"
"Ah," you say, still mesmerized by how gorgeous she looks, "don't be mad, but my wife said to 'just bring some sexy lingerie.'"
Sandy responds teasingly: "Oh? Do I have to wear it? Because..." she pauses as she watches you staring into her eyes, "I'm not wearing any *now*, you know..."
You gulp and blurt out, "I guess that's all right," and then you quickly hurry along to your desk.