She walked with confidence, holding her shoulders back and swaying her hips deliberately, but he could see she was anxious too. Her cheeks were flushe..., and she kept touching her face, readjusting her glasses. You never mentioned the glasses, Miss. He could hear himself admonish her later, but just chuckled now, liking she held a little back, and wandered over to her. She leaned down to grab her luggage. Not the most graceful gesture in heels, and she now regretted drawing attention to herself. She didn't feel like asking if there was a more specific reason for that or if the waitress was simply fond of him on her own. "Ah yes. She's always had a crush on me, I suspect, though honestly that's quite... unbecoming of her. She's married. Has been for years. I suppose she's just a bit territorial. She never lets anyone else serve me when I come here, and actually got mad a few times when I was here on her days off. It's a bit silly, really," he laughed, shaking his head and looking. It worked. I went by her desk and she smiled. she knew what she had done to me.on another day Michele came to my cubicle grabbed my hand and I reached under her skirt. no panties and her pussy was soaking wet and hot. two fingers went in easily. after one minute I pulled them out and licked them.....hhmmm so sweet. she later told me that she had been having contractions all day long.as hard as we tried we could not get our schedules together to meet outside of work. other commitments,. ”She hugged me tight and lifted her hips while her pussy grasped my cock, “mmmm!”I continued to fuck her and she thrashed and bucked and clutched me. Her pussy kept clenching and grabbing my cock and I finally shoved into her and held her as I pumped sperm. She jerked when she felt the warm cum spurting deep inside her and then howled, “yyyeeeesssss!”I struggled to hold her as I came and when I was done I rolled and caressed her hips and rubbed her back. She was panting as her messy pussy.