As usual, she had not worn a bra. Her nipples were erect from the gentle rubbing they had received from her top as she walked into the university's ad...inistration building. They were creating very noticable bumps in her top. In addition to her sexy top, Susan had worn her short cheer skirt that went with her top. It was tight enough to leave little to the imagination as to the shape and size of her butt. She had not worn panties. If she bent over or sat with her legs even slightly spread, her. “Spit it out!” So I told him how we never talked about her cheating but I would go down on her and eat the creampies guys would leave in her and I thought she might know because she would get so into that type of sex. “Damn,” he said “That’s hot. That’s too fucking hot!” I was very self conscious, but for some strange reason, happy he wasn’t judging me in some sick way. I was even excited a little that he was so into it and felt an erection in my pants imagining him with her and maybe the two. She sprang back and stood up."Oh no, you're not horny enough for that yet. You need to suffer a lot more first." she laughed.She walked round him again until she stood on his left side, then she slowly ran her left hand down his chest and slowly, very slowly lowered her hand until it covered his shaft over the towel.Then she started to rub her hand over it very gently and slowly from the tip to the root, occasionally she slipped her fingers over his girth and squeezed gently. His erection grew. Lunch invitations, after work drinks, cooperation, and eye contact were things his co-workers skillfully avoided with him. His location didn’t help. He was seated across the office from them by the windows with his back to Meredith’s door and glass wall. He sat there like a peon on the frontline guarding the general’s tent. A no man’s land of copiers, cabinets, and conference tables separated him from their cluster of cubicles. He walked to the office kitchen and poured her the French blend.