She Was Drop-Dead Gorgeous

I thought I wanted money. Recognition. A high paid job and a penthouse pad. Meeting Cas changed those dreams…

Image by Khusen Rustamov from Pixaba

I’ll never forget the day I met Cas.

I was a broker in the city and had received a promotion at work. My boss, Mr Taylor, handed over an account which was set to make me richer than my wildest dreams. Not normally possible for a working class bloke like me.

After two bottles of Moet, we snorted a line. Then, putting an arm around me Taylor enthused, “I’m depending on you, son.”

It has to be said when I finally left the office I was off my head, and a bit overwhelmed, so I headed for the gym. Thinking maybe a little exercise would sober me up.

I jumped in the lift and while still on my phone pressed the floor number.

That’s… when I met Cas.

Having a quick gander at her breasts in her midi-dress, I thought she looked great, stylish…

Did I say she was drop-dead gorgeous, in a kinda cool retro way?

I thought I wanted money. Recognition. A high paid job and a penthouse pad. Cas changed those dreams.

She taught me life is for living.

I hadn’t met anyone like her before that fateful day, or since. She was one hell of a special, very sexy lady.

I will never forget when we first embraced…

“Hold onto me, you’ll be fine,” she whispered. I pulled her close as if my life depended on it.

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Note by the author: I think Time Off is one of the best erotic stories I have ever written.