It pull me until my stomach bumps against a lovely bum. Not moving, my dick is being manoeuvred into a pussy. And as she pushes back on to me we moan ...n pleasure. After a few mistakes ending with my dick thrusting against hers clit, which she seems to like, we fuck in unison. We gradually built up speed and then slow down. She particularly likes rapid fucking with just an inch or two of dick, as she remains still; just moaning. Changing pace I thrust deep and hard, getting the maximum. They were real. I began to squeeze her boobs through the bra. I bent down and began to kiss the top of her chest. She moaned in delight. “Now I want to see,” she looked up at me. It was too dark in the room to see what color her eyes were. There was a small amount of light coming from one of the only working long incandescent light bulbs but that was it. I unbuckled my belt, then pulled down my pants, she reached into my boxers. “Jackpot,” she smiled as she slid down the wall. She took my dick. .. and..."Tears started streaming down her face, and I got up to sit down next to her. She buried her face in my shoulder and cried. I wrapped my arms around her and stroked her hair as she sobbed, until she leaned back with a shuddering sigh."I'm s-sorry," she said while looking into my eyes."It's okay," I said, and then wiped away a tear meandering down her cheek."I didn't think about who else I could have hurt, or how you and Mom and Dad would have felt, or anything. I'm so stupid."I shook. I got to know some of her fellow workers and eventually got to know who was who. There was one gay guy named Terry who was a tall, good looking, well dressed and put together guy of about 28. Terry had been teasing Stacy about how he thought I was cute. She told him I wasn't interested in men but he bragged that he KNEW he could convert me if she would only give him the chance! She came home and giggled when she told me about their conversation. Little did she know that just hearing it from her.