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I always liked to give him a heads up when I wasn't going to be at work, whenever it was possible. It made his life easier to get through the gate if he knew not to expect me, as we'd figured out away to cheat the system for his deliveries. Sometimes he'd ask why I'd be gone, and others he just called me a slacker, yet he always seemed to appreciate the advance notice.

As the end of August rolled around, I let him know I'd be having a long weekend- taking both Thursday and Friday off. He asked me if I was doing anything fun, and without missing a beat, I shared that I would be doing a boudoir photo shoot that Thursday and took Friday off just because. Another car pulled up behind him so he had to carry on his way, but I'm pretty sure he winked at me as he drove off.

The first time he came in after my photo shoot, he seemed genuinely interested in how it went. I shared a little bit about the experience and how empowering it was. I failed to tell him how much the whole thing excited me too, or how I had thought about his flirty little wink the day before several times as I was traipsing about mostly naked. The truth was, as I told him about it, my excitement returned and I tried like hell not to show it on my face.

A couple of days later, I received my digital copies of the photos from my shoot. When he came in to make his deliveries, I showed him one. Quite honestly it was the most work appropriate one, not too revealing. After looking at the image on my phone screen and looking back at me, he pretended to zip his lips closed and then laughed when he said "That was the only response allowed at work." He had a new sparkle in his eye as he drove on to make his deliveries.

His deliveries at work for the next week or so had a new element of tension, certainly not in a bad way either. It was towards the end of that week that I was notified that my album of photos was shipping, and in my excitement, I shared that news. He leaned part way out his window as he asked, "How many albums did you get? One for me, right?" I laughed as I told him "Just one... for me." A flash of disappointment danced across his face before he nodded his head and wrinkled his nose a little. I told him I could bring it into show him, and he joked that he'd beat me to work and would be waiting for me. The thought that he was so invested in seeing my photos never ceased to both surprise and arouse me.

I thought about it all weekend, wondering what his reaction to seeing my album would be. I also wondered about how else my body would react to his reactions. More than once I brought myself to orgasm, just thinking about it. Admittedly, the fact that I would be bringing it and showing it at work also provided another level of excitement.

Monday morning I checked, and double checked, that I had the album with me as I headed out the door to work. There was an extra sway and swagger in my walk that day, an underlying buzz of excitement and anticipation racing through my body. I was on high alert all day, waiting for him and his white van to come in... but it didn't. I went home with pent up sexual energy and took care of it in quick order to thoughts of him looking through my photos. Tuesday was the same.

Wednesday I knew I had plans after work and knowing I'd want, or need, to take care of myself after work if I took my album, I left it at home. As fate would have it, that was when he came in. We laughed about the fact that he came in the one day I didn't bring with me. After our usual banter, he not so subtly let me know that he'd be in the next day too.

The next day, that anticipatory buzz humming through my body was at an all time high. It was just after lunchtime when he came in, and he already looked like a cat that ate the canary. I grabbed the album from the gatehouse and stood next to his van, flipping through the pages showing him certain ones. I did bypass a couple saying things like "Oh, that's my butt." as I flipped by. He told me they were very well done, as another car pulled up behind him. He shrugged while licking his

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Knights03 writes Sun 27 Oct 2024 20:21:

Such great build up and excitement, would love to see what you've got planned for a happy Friday!

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