"He laughed, an easy, casual kind of sound. "Right. And you think I'm hideously ugly." Just the worst. I can't even look at you."Before long we were l...ughing, and it was only when he pulled me in to kiss me that we stopped. It lingered just a little too long, and both of us refused to acknowledge it. We refused to acknowledge the fact that I fell asleep against his chest, that he woke me up a few hours later when he got dressed to go back home, and that he kissed me again in the darkness of my. After sometime he placed his hand on me. I thought he slept and thought he didn’t have any motive to do so. His hands moved around from neck ,nipples and to crouch area. My feelings get high and I am aroused. It is full of a/c and don’t have bed sheet made me to come close to him.Now he placed his legs on me. His thighs are so wide and thick. His manly hair and his perfume smell gave me an intense feeling. He now pressed his thighs on me and I can sense him. I didn’t give him any signs and I. "I can take it," I retorted, "I'm a big boy." Again she laughed out loud and bit her lower lip looking at me. But Okolo changed the subject a moment later as he began recounting a "true" story about another one of his conquests. So the rest of the trip went. We were all pleasantly joking around and happy.When we arrived back at the office, we unloaded the car and put our luggage in our respective vehicles. We walked into the building and Okolo split off toward his desk. Ifeoma and I paused. One lady at the chat site asked how it affected me. Did I breathe harder,blood pump harder, have trouble relaxing because my undies didn't match.She suggested I watch the advertisements for the Ahh bra. Watch what theother ladies were wearing. Of course those bras were not going tocoordinate with any of a woman's panties because the material isdifferent. She also suggested I look a little closer at some of thewomen's magazines I keep around my home. How did she know I did that? Duh!Anyway, I.