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Natasha’s Story Part 2

 Hey Angels!

Sorry I left you on a cliffhanger yesterday. Without further ado, here is the rest of the letter! If you haven’t read the beginning go to yesterdays’ blog post!

…I couldn’t get over his eyes. They seemed to drill into me. I didn’t know if I could move. I tried to tell them that class was over and I must have done something like that because the last of the students started to go through the door.

Except this guy.

He told me his name was Adrian and he was a senior in the local college. I realized he had repeated himself after I had asked him again and I blushed.

Not for nothing, but I realized that my skirt was rather short and maybe I had a button more than I should have undone.

But I couldn’t do anything. I was frozen. It was like all I wanted to do was run my hands over Adrian’s body and then run my lips on him.

I think he sensed this too because he asked me if he could help me do anything to close up for the day. I told him he could close the door and he nodded.

But then I realized that he was going to close the door with him inside.

All sorts of thoughts ran through my head. I didn’t know the district’s procedures about checking in after I was done and I knew I had to turn in some paperwork to get my day counted. But I couldn’t think straight so I came up with something else. The fastest thing I could think of.

“You can help me take some things to my car,” I said.

Adrian looked me over and gave me a smirk. I looked at his body highlighted by the shirt he was wearing and I knew that I was going to do something stupid. But what?

I had all my paperwork and books in a rollable mobile office and wheeled it out to my car after locking up. Adrian walked next to me, talking and answering questions. He asked me some. I really to this day can’t remember what we talked about.

My knees were shaking. I was walking unsteadily on my heels. My panties were wet and I could feel my inner thighs dripping. It was like he had pushed a button inside me.

He was 22. As a senior, he had to be. I was 30.

I knew I was in the clear. But what about his friends who he would talk to?

Adrian opened the back seat of my car door for me and I got a side view of his ass and all of a sudden, I didn’t care.

That’s all for this entry Angels! Come see what Natasha has to say in her letter tomorrow!

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