Only then did she smile again, opening the door and walked out. I stood there watching her as she crossed over to her car, which was parked in front o... the offices. It was a sporty red little MG3 convertible. Slinging her jacket off her shoulder onto the passenger seat, she slid in, her bare breasts clearly evident within the blouse she was only half wearing. I watched as she sat there turning over the engine, and then ran a finger up between her breasts, onto her mouth where she licked it,. But I wasn't stupid or blind..." His eyes suddenly looked suspiciously moist. "There was nothing I could do to help you, so like a first rate wimp, I hid behind you and let you shoulder the responsibilities." You were so young Peter ... and you were still reeling from mum and dad!" And so were you! You lost your parents that day too!" Yes ... well..." Miranda thought that this conversation was getting a little too heavy for comfort. "It all worked out in the end, the insurance finished the. After a while, I started to get ready to go home, and he did the same. We got outside and I hung around with him while he waited for his taxi. After a few minutes I finally worked up the courage to ask him if he was serious about the handjob. He looked me in the eye and said “why don’t you come back to mine for a drink?”During the taxi ride, we kept up the usual conversations, but I couldn’t help but keep looking down at his crotch, imagining just what his cock was like.When we finally arrived,. Not only was he "the catch" in a room full of non-descript men, his combined innocence and dirtiness fed a naughty desire in my heart that I had never fully given sway.As I stood several feet away from him, I could see him looking at me, trying not to get caught, which put a smile on my face. Was it my sun-kissed legs with calves pushed up by heels he was looking at? Was it my breasts, full and thankfully pushed out by my choice in bra? What dirty thoughts was he thinking while stealing those.