I told her she was hot and that I had often imagined what her body looked like under her clothes. She suggested that we find an office so that no one ...ould see us. We ran down the hall to her office and closed the door and made sure it was locked. I pushed the stuff on her desk to one end, lifted her up and sat her on the desk. She had that wild look on her face with a devilish smile. We started kissing again. I pushed her dress up while she was unbuttoning my pants. As soon as my throbbing. Now I'd just like to get on with my life."She didn't argue. "Sure, whatever you say. Errol." She kissed him on the cheek and mused, "I think I like your real name better than Adam. I mean, Adam is okay, but it's not you. On the other hand, with a name like Errol Lars Hansen, you should be a six-foot-four blond Adonis." Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not growing another four inches and I'm not bleaching my hair."She gave his butt a little squeeze and laughed, "Ooo, you're more than enough for. This night was no different. The stove was blazing, my body and mind were numb, but deliciously numb from the orgasm that crashed me. Once again my mind is trying to come to grips with just that element of this existence; an orgasm that crashes over me like some massive wave coming in from the ocean, traveling how far from the depths of the deep sea, just to crash over my body like it was spread out on the beach. And, how often have I marveled at that sense? How many times have we made love?. When she had finished she pulled up the stockings feeling them tear at the crotch. "Damn! Now it's really easy access." She thought as she fixed herself, pulling the skimpy skirt as far down as she could, barely covering the bottom of her butt cheeks and exited the stall. The gentleman was standing in the same place when she returned to the wash area. Again, she looked at him oddly and shrugged.She turned to a sink and bent over turning on the faucet and quickly washing her hands. As she shut.