I have been a painter now for 23 years and often I feel like I have seen it all with adult contacts. I have painted every type of building and dealt with some of the craziest people. My last painting job was downtown in a high rise for a banking company. These people were very picky about the price and even more so about the workmanship. It doesn’t bother me too much, I am one of those do your job kind of guys.
I had an office on the 22 second floor to paint but I had to remove the old wall coverings first and it was a slow process. There was only one lady working on the floor and she seemed nice enough. I would notice that she spent a lot of time starring out of the window at the building across the street. As I began to work my way around the room closer to where her desk was I could see that she was looking across the street one floor down.
I had painted those office rooms on that floor two months ago. I asked if she was admiring my work. She said I was doing a good job. I laughed and said “no mam I mean across the street, I painted those offices.” She was a bit surprised and I began to see that she was not looking at those offices but rather she was looking at the lady in the office straight across from us. Hell I screwed that same lady on her desk while I was there painting, but I surely wasn’t going to tell her that.
Eventually she agreed to the introduction on the basis that she would like to see how that ladies office turned out. Likely excuse is what I thought, but nevertheless I took her across the street and asked if we could see the office. Our host graciously agreed and I made the introduction and those two seemed to hit it off like a greasy politician and a bag of money.
Now as I worked away I could see them in that office across the street sharing coffee and comparing notes on life. One day to my utter surprise I caught a glimpse of a kiss. As I honed in on the office I watched as the one lady got on the desk and the other licked her like ice cream on a hot day. I felt so tragic standing there with a hard dick and no place to put it.
She was fucking her in the same spot on the same desk that I was two months before. It was taking me so much longer to paint the wall next to the window. With each lick of her tongue my paint brush would quiver. Near the time I was ready to bust a wave came up to me. She was waving me over. They had known I was watching them the whole time. I am so happy I keep adult contacts and I am a slow painter.