It's weird, isn't it, said Stephen, taking a sip from his glass.

You're dressed up as Lois Lane. I'm dressed as Superman. And we didn't even come together.

Allison rolled her eyes, though she had a smile on her face.

I didn't dress up as Lois Lane. This is just my outfit. I didn't know it was a costume party.

Okay? Stephen laughed, a true genuine belly laugh. How perfect is that? All you're missing is the reporter's badge.

Allison looked at him, blushing. No, but seriously, Stephen eyed the red-headed woman up and down.

You do rock a pencil skirt and heels. I can't believe we haven't met

before. Allison was starting to warm up to him now. He actually made for a very handsome Superman,

with the slicked back dark hair and shizzled jaw. She shrugged. It's a big company.

Stephen looked over his shoulder and then leaned in closer. Let's say we find somewhere quieter.

That was how Lois Lane and Superman found themselves pulling away from the group and stumbling into

Superman's bedroom.

The company was hosting their annual employee retreat that took place at a big lodge.

On the final night, it was tradition to have a costume party, but apparently Allison hadn't got the

memo. Stephen pressed Allison up against the wall of his room as soon as they got inside,

his lips firm yet soft against hers, pressing into her mouth with his tongue.

Allison moaned against his kiss, her whole body electrified.

She had been so bored this entire work retreat, and now here Stephen was, shaking things up.

His hands quickly pulled against her vest and shirt buttons, and Allison

couldn't help but think it was a very Superman-type move. She ran her hands across his blue

shirt sleeves, feeling his muscles underneath. Her pussy throbbed as she shrugged her shirt off,

leaving herself just in a bra and pencil skirt. But Stephen quickly unhooked her bra,

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