I slept well and again it was the smell of fresh coffee that aroused me and as I opened my eyes I saw the smiling Jody sitting on the edge of the bed ...ooking down at me, “Good morning sir” she said in a fresh voice and as I focused my eyes I see that she still had her little crop top on which to be fair wasn’t covering much and from my position I could clearly see her little bee stings and it looked like her nipples were stiff as thin material hung and she was still wearing her little PJ shorts. I pushed her against the wall and kissed her. She responded with a little moan as her mouth opened for my tongue. She smelled incredible and I knew she was as turned on as I was. This was going to be fun. After several minutes of very deep and very wet kissing we went to the couch. We sat down and I asked if she liked what she saw. "Oh fuck yes, do you? Am I too big?". I leaned in close and started running my hand up her calf under her dress. "I love how big you are." We both smiled and. Perhaps the music was good. Maybe it was the greatest music that had ever been performed—Susan was in no way qualified to pass judgment—but while she remained transfixed by the sheer ugliness and ungainliness of the musicians she could make no sense of the actual music at all: whether it was Allegro, Andante or Scherzo. The printed sheet promised that the fourth movement, after which all this torture would be over, would be a Presto, whatever that was. She hoped it would sort of invoke a sense. The sexual chemistry between us was intense, but we were still getting to know each other and explore our boundaries. While discussing fantasies one night, she admitted to getting a thrill from fooling around in public. I immediately suggested we go catch a movie after work. She enthusiastically agreed. We came straight here from the office so she's still in her work clothes. Her dress shirt is unbuttoned almost to her waist, and her skirt is hiked up around her hips. The armrest between us is.