Matteo couldn't help but stare as he approached her, taking in the way her dress hugged her curves and accentuated her toned legs. She looked up as he arrived, a playful smirk on her face.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the man of the hour," she said, standing to greet him with a hug. Matteo couldn't help but notice the way her breasts pressed against him, and he felt a familiar stirring in his pants.
Sherry pulled away, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "You're looking a little flustered, Matteo. Everything alright?" she asked, taking a sip of her drink.
Matteo tried to compose himself, taking a seat across from her. "Just a long day at work," he said, trying to sound nonchalant.
Sherry raised an eyebrow. "Oh, I bet it was," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I heard you got promoted. Congratulations, by the way."
Matteo couldn't help but laugh. "Thanks, Sherry. I couldn't have done it without you."
Sherry scoffed. "Please, you're just trying to butter me up so I'll buy you a drink."
Matteo grinned. "Well, if you insist..."
They ordered a round of drinks, making small talk about old times. Matteo couldn't help but feel drawn to Sherry, her confidence and charisma radiating off her in waves.
Sherry noticed him staring and leaned in closer. "Like what you see, Matteo?" she asked, her voice low and seductive.
Matteo felt his face flush. "I-I...uh..."
Sherry laughed. "Relax, Matteo. I was just teasing."
But as the night went on, the sexual tension between them grew. Matteo found himself imagining what it would be like to touch Sherry's curves, to taste her lips. He couldn't help but notice the way she licked her lips and played with her hair.
Finally, Sherry stood up, finishing her drink. "Well, Matteo, it's been fun. But I think it's time for me to head out."
Matteo felt a pang of disappointment, but tried to hide it. "Yeah, I should probably get going too," he said, standing up.
Sherry looked at him, her eyes full of unspoken desire. "Maybe we can do this again sometime," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Matteo nodded, unable to speak. He watched as Sherry walked away, her hips swaying hypnotically. As he left the bar, Matteo couldn't help but think about Sherry, and what might have been. But he knew one thing for sure - he couldn't wait for their next reunion.
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