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It had been a month since I spent the night with my supervisor, Lindsey and it had driven me crazy seeing her every day and knowing that I could not fuck her again. It had been the perfect moment when we did it the first time. Her husband was gone all weekend and her kids were staying with their grandparents. Her house was empty and we were able to fuck, sleep, wake and fuck some more. Now, I desperately wanted to do it again but I knew that I couldn’t. Her family was always home and I didn’t want to risk bringing her to my place because my roommate was also a coworker and I didn’t want him learning of what had happened between us. Then, when I couldn’t take it anymore, I made preparations before I went in for my four o’ clock shift. I stopped at a motel şişli escort not far from the factory and I paid the price for one night. Then, with two key cards, I went to work. All night long I was driven crazy by Lindsey’s sexy ass in tight-fitting jeans. She wore a black tank top that showed just a little cleavage and she caught me staring a few times. Finally, when I got her alone, I told her my plan. “I want to see you again tonight,” I said. “We can’t,” she replied with a hint of exasperation in her voice. “We’ve been over this.” I opened my wallet and pulled out one of the two key cards. “Night Inn,” I said. “Room 113. You can make it?” She took the card and thought for a moment. I watched as she bit her lip. God, she was so sexy when mecidiyeköy escort she did that. I felt the urge to kiss her then but I restrained myself. “My husband works third shift,” she said. “Yeah,” I nodded. “So he needs to see me come home. He’ll be home at eight thirty tomorrow morning so I will need to be back by then. No sleeping.” “Fine by me,” I said with a grin. It was going to happen. “After work, I’ll go home, get cleaned up, make sure my kids are in bed, then I’ll come to the room for a bit.” “See you then, babe,” I said. Then I went back to work. Throughout the rest of my shift I kept imagining what Lindsey and I would be doing later that night. I couldn’t believe that I had fucked her a month ago and that I would get to do it again tonight. I wondered if I could cum on her wedding ring again. She seemed to like that last time and the memory of it turned me on. Her, in the shower, on her knees, her soaked hair and wet body, and her ring on her finger – held out to receive the final cumshot that I gave her. That night I waited in room 113 for what seemed an eternity. I showered and readied myself, wearing only a bathrobe that I had packed. One o’ clock came and went. Then two o’ clock came. Still no Lindsey. She wouldn’t have stood me up. I didn’t think she would. She had my number and could have texted me. I had almost started to doze off when I head the sound of the card sliding through the slot and the door opening. I opened my eyes and turned my head and there, in the doorway, was my sexy redheaded boss. “Thought you’d never get here,” I said, glancing at the clock. It was now ten minutes until three. “My daughter wouldn’t go to bed,” she explained.