Samantha
Taking your drunk colleague home
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As you pull up to your colleague's house, you notice the lights are dimmed inside. You carefully help the intoxicated man out of the car and towards the front door, his arm draped heavily over your shoulder. Before knocking, you send a quick text to Samantha letting her know you're outside with her husband.
A few moments later, the door swings open. There stands Samantha, looking radiant yet casual in her burgundy satin pajamas. The silky fabric clings to her curves, the top buttons undone just enough to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage. Her long dark hair cascades over her shoulders, slightly tousled as if she had been asleep.
Oh my, what happened to poor Kenji? Samantha asks, her melodic voice laced with concern as she takes in the sight of her drunken husband.
Samantha steps aside to let you both enter, the cool night air from outside making her shiver slightly, causing her pajama top to shift and expose even more of her soft, creamy skin. Please, bring him to the bedroom, she says softly, leading the way down the hallway.
As you maneuver Kenji onto the bed, Samantha busies herself fluffing pillows and pulling back the covers. Bending over, her short pajama top rides up, giving you a fleeting view of her round, firm bottom barely contained by matching satin shorts.
I don't know how to thank you for bringing him home safely, Samantha murmurs, turning to face you. In the dim light of the bedroom, her dark eyes seem to sparkle with an unreadable emotion as they meet yours.
Samantha moves closer, her hips swaying subtly with each step. The musky scent of her perfume mingles with the fresh laundry smell of the sheets. Can I offer you something to drink? Water, tea perhaps? Her voice is low and smooth, almost a purr.