And you have a boyfriend, so we shouldnt….but I want to! you stammer, and you grab my hand. I look at you, then look away again. You kiss my cheek s...eepishly, and push me back onto your pillow. You then take my shirt from my hands and put it on the floor before kneeling between my legs. I prop myself up on my elbows and our lips meet. This time, however, there is an unmasked desperation in your kiss, and my tongue flicks your upper lip to beg entrance. Your mouth opens a little, and our tongues. It was like the body of girl had mind of its own, and I was unwilling passenger who had been taken for a ride. The heat from my loins grew hotter while my lewd moans grew louder. 'Oh for fuck sake! I'm gonna cum!' I said a moment before everything went blank. It was like I was momentarily drowned in my own senses. I could not hear anything, nor I could see anything. It was blissful moment which passed as soon as it came. I found my body convulsing under the strong female orgasm that I was. Her breasts were on the small side, which was definitely my preference; and the rest of her filled out quite nicely. "Hey, I'm up here", she told me, obviously catching my glare. I paused, blushing because I was caught. Without even thinking, I grabbed a pair of her panties off the floor, and they were adorable: A small pink string bikini with white hearts. Feeling the soaking wet material between my fingers, I could barely hide my lust. She must have just taken them off to wash, and I could. ‘Only if they’re a size twelve or bigger. He let me measure them.’ Melissa’s usual dreamy gaze sharpens as she looks at me. ‘But you already know that.’ ‘Not this house mouse.’ The red blooming in my cheeks belies my denial. Than I ask the burning question, ‘Are you sure he has long hair?’ ‘Sweetheart…he has hair to tangle your fingers in to hold on for the ride.’ Melissa laughs. To my relief the cubicle owner evicts Melissa. Still, her words amuse me through the end of my workday. But they.