Now I Know What's Under the Mask
This is a sequel to my previous post "What's Under That Mask?"
For those who haven't read that post, I had a dream about what my co-worker looked like under his mask since I had never seen him without a mask on. In the dream, he looked kind of handsome.
Today at work, I was talking to another coworker about whether he has seen the guy without a mask on. He did. Lucky man. After conspiring last week with another coworker, we were determined to find out what this masked coworker actually looked like.
This afternoon, the masked coworker visited our set of cubicles. Our hero coworker asked the masked coworker to take off his mask. He took it off. He smiled. I did not expect him to be that attractive. I thanked my somewhat dark skin for not showing how red I was. I was feeling hot. Being inside a freezer would not have cooled me down.
It was one of those moments in which I was thankful to have a vagina so no one could tell I was horny. I expected someone kind of handsome. Not someone I was hoping would rail me.
I somehow survived the afternoon and as soon as I went home, I imagined his face between my legs and silently screamed his name.
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