What are you waiting for then? she asked breathlessly, throwing all caution to the wind as lust curled low in her belly. He swooped down and the next ...hing she knew, she was in his arms, and he was kicking the door to Jacks apartment shut behind him. In here? she asked, surprised. He was nibbling on a sweet spot under her ear as he carried her towards the bedroom. His response was a grunt of assent. Jack will want to join the party. But Im a girl, she said, bewildered. I noticed, he said. A tight pencil skirt with a slit that came up just a couple inches below the top of my stockings. If I sat down it would be easy for me to reach it with just a gentle hike of my skirt. I put on a lace bra and a thin silk blouse that tucked into the skirt. I knew it would be obvious when my nipples were hard but that was part of the fun. Heading to work was nice; I kept the toy on the lowest setting and let the bumps gently jostle it inside of me. I moaned a few times and mentally reminded. As he continued I could feel my own boner growing, straining against the tight fabric of my tighty whities. He stopped and noticed my own bulge. "Hey what gives, you like watching me or somerhing?" he asks. I expect to here an utterance of "Queer" or "Fag" pass his lips but instead he just sits there with his dick in his hand. He looks into my eyes as if waiting for something to give. I reach in my pants and pull my member out. He reaches across my body and takes me in his hand. He slowly. She then revealed to me how her husband is always on tour and she is left alone with no one. I asked her jokingly that she does not miss him, she looked into my eyes and replied, I sure do, but whets the use, he is business minded guy.I looked again into her eyes and I saw a sparkle which any one can tell is invitation in her eyes.I slowly changed the topic and started chatting more on sex related topics, she was also showing much interest. I got up and went to bring another glass of soft.