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The big day had arrived, after much flirting and some torrid chat sessions, we were going to meet to watch some *quot;adult*quot; videos together. I had never done anything like this before; sure I had watched videos with guys, but only as a prelude to sex. Greg and I didn't intend to have sex, we were meeting to watch and be watched.

Our flirting relationship had started at work. As we got to know each other the casual off-color comments took on a more seductive quality, and soon we were talking about past experiences and fantasies. During our talks, I couldn't help but notice the bulge that would grow in Greg's pants, at first he seemed embarrassed by it, but I put him at ease telling him that I found it sexy that my fantasies could arouse him as much as they did me. I admit to teasing him to some extent, when we talked about things, I would let my gaze travel down to his groin and linger there until I was sure that he noticed. I enjoyed exercising this small bit of control, and judging by his reaction, I think he did too.

He wasn't innocent in his wandering gaze either. Often I felt his eyes upon me, looking to see if my nipples were visible through my shirt, or if I was wearing a skirt, tracing the contours of my legs vying for a glimpse of my panties. If I were feeling playful, I would sometimes shift my position, showing more, but never quite enough to satisfy his curiosity.

As our conversations progressed, we talked at length about a myriad of topics, from threesomes to s