Dave's Arse

On my way out to lunch, I have to walk past Dave’s desk. Dave with the cute arse, hmmm. He wasn’t at his desk, which was a pity, as I wanted to have a perve at his ripe peach. I walk right past his desk to get to the lift. 

I pushed the lift button. 

How I’d like to finger his arse, feel the thick ring of his flesh around my finger, feel the flowing tissue up further with the tip of my finger, I thought, as I got into the lift. 

I slid my pointer finger on one hand into the circle of the pointer finger and thumb of my other hand. I tighten the circular fingers and thumb around my pointer finger. I slid my pointer finger in and out. 

How I’d like to finger that boy’s arse. The lift doors open and standing on the other side ready to get in was Dave. We faced each other in the open lift door. Dave looked at me

“Hi,” he said.

And then looked down at my hands, still with my pointer finger inserted into my other fingers. I pulled my finger out of his arse. 

“Hi,” I said.

Then he looked back at my face. He smiled as if he knew exactly what my fingers represented, which of course he couldn’t know.

He hesitated and then smiled. “Happy new year,” he said.

“Ah… yes, happy new year,” I said.