- Horse Feathers
- ASSHAT - RETIRED
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While I’ve been a fan of your Forum letters for decades, I never believed they were real.
I never thought this would happen to me. I’m a middle aged Hospital Administrator with an amazing watch collection including Invicta and my new favorite Sottomarino. One day at the Hospital a beautiful young medical equipment representative stopped by. She knew I was soliciting bids for a new MRI table that some fat ass broke (I hate fucking fat people). We decided to go into a conference room to discuss her products. As she was placing her brochures in front of me I realized she was staring at my bulge. This went on for close to 15 minutes and I finally found the courage to say “do you like what you are seeing”. She giggled a bit and then smiled saying “ I always heard of men wearing massively large watches in an office environment but have never actually seen it”. That day I was wearing my new Sottomarino Orca, Black IP with a white strap. I realized that it was trying to force the mass of its 48mm case from under my monogrammed shirt cuff. I slowly pulled my sleeve up, taunting this young woman until finally my white beast sprung free. She screamed in laughter which I assume was a release for the sexual tension she was feeling. I asked her if she wanted to take it into her hands. She smiled again but quickly tried to bring the conversation back to her brochures. She suggested taking measurements of the room where the table would be installed.
As we were walking down the hall I noticed she was once again fixated on an area of my body. When we arrived at the Radiology room I repeated my earlier question “do you like what you are seeing”. Once again, she giggled a bit, smiled and said “are you wearing Crocs with a suit”. I slowly pulled the leg of my Haband slacks up, teasing this babe until finally my black Crocodylinae lurched. She screamed in laughter which I assume again was a release for the sexual tension she was feeling and then said “and you are wearing white socks”. I explained that I wear socks with all shoes since I was injured in an accident that almost resulted in a loss of my piggy toe. I asked her if she wanted to see it up close and very personal. She smiled but unlike before changed her facial expression to real interest saying “this time, I think….I must…. I have to”. Finally I was getting to second base with her, I began breathing a little heavier myself, not sure it was my excitement or the fact that I was now kneeling down to remove my Croc and sock. To my amazement she asked if she could take a quick photo, this kinky bitch was getting hot and I quickly stammered “yes,yes”. She asked me to lean back so she could completely frame my mangled digit, my Crocs and get this she wanted me to again pull up my sleeve and expose the beast. I have to admit I was getting nervous about how far this would go. After our steamy photo session she smiled and said “thanks, nobody would believe this otherwise”. Sure, it was for others, that photo will be in heavy rotation when she is home and alone at night.
She quickly composed herself smiled and said “I think I’m good for now”. “For now” wow I thought, that sounds like an invitation but where could we go. I remembered I had my vacation home so I suggested that we meet there that evening for dinner and she could see my Summer Croc and watch collection. Again she released her sexual tension by laughing and gathered her things together, she responded “perhaps another time” and leaned over to remove her business card from the brochures she gave me earlier, wow she was really thinking ahead to make sure this stayed private.
I escorted her to the lobby, hastily bid her goodbye and raced to the executive bathroom where I quickly released myself into my warm Purell covered hands.
This tryst has convinced me that what the others say is true, these watches really get you noticed. My forum friends and the helpful sales girl from the Precision Time kiosk at the mall were right, it’s worth the time and the investment to look like a million dollars.
Tomorrow morning I may finally have the confidence to, as the kids say, “chat up” the girl at Dunkin Donuts. But this time the only thing glazed in my hand will be the donut
"I did lose a pusher pulling it out of the mug however
it doesn't affect functionality"
- JR of Reclinervision ™