“He’s busted up his right hand.” Sue explains.“How on earth did he do that?” Gulara asks confused.“I’m not quite sure, I heard a bang fr...m the bathroom and when I came inside, he was standing there looking at his hand that was covered in blood, I noticed that one of the tiles was smashed inwards and covered in blood, I can only assume either he tried to stop himself from falling…” Gulara interjected.“You don’t use a fist to stop yourself from falling.” She remarked.“…. Or he punched the tile.”. ... an erection,' she paused before saying the dreaded word, but the interesting this was, she had a quizzical look on her face, rather than a furious one as I had expected. Continuing my boldness, I said:'Touch it, miss.' When she hesitated, I grabbed her hand and slowly guided it towards my throbbing dick. Her eyes grew wide, and she looked at me. My cock wasn't huge, about 6 inches, but I was proud of its girth. It was a handful.Suddenly, I lost all control, bent down, and kissed her flush. I can help you with that, you know” “By all means, please do.” You respond. I stand up, barely able to conceal the bulge in my pants and take your hand as we head back to our car.Once in the room with the door shut it’s all I can do to control myself. At the sound of the lock clicking shut I turn and pull you into me, kissing you long and deep, our lips crushing together passionately, our tongues seeking each other. My hands slide from your waist around to your ass. I squeeze and pull you. She bit her lip and shook her head as she lost control, her orgasm riding through her body. I too was about to come and squirted my second load against the canvas wall of my cubicle. When I looked back in at her she was just regaining her composure and started to dress, not bothering with any underwear, just a long flowery skirt and woolly jumper. I cleaned my cubicle and myself up, got dressed and left. But she was already gone. The following week I arrived at my usual time and saw her sitting.