She adjusted her dress and rushed to the ladies restroom with her bag.In the restroom she started grooming her hair, reapplied her lipstick and fixed ...er make up. She applied her favourite perfume to mask her boss’ scent over her. She went inside the toilet and wiped off the slime from her pussy with a paper towel.She was now all ready to meet her date this evening. Before leaving she squeezed and pushed her boobs up and checked her butt.She waited near the office lift at 6.45pm and there she. Not that she needed any more stimulation. “Are you sure you're alright. Is there anything I can...do for you.” Maybe it was a simple, politeness on her part. But the pause and then the “do” only sent all the wrong messages to her overly excited mind. Damn, her nipples ached. She was glad her bra would hide that. Or would it? She shakes her head no. Afraid to speak should her voice break and reveal the effect the woman was having one her. “Well if you're sure.” The woman's eyes never leaving. Her blonde friends gave me grief for being an easy mark for redheads and demanded that they get a turn. I pointed out that I was an old man with no muscle and that the small redhead had taxed my limits. I got a ‘yeah right’ look from them as the band started their second number. The redhead kissed me again, a soft sweet kiss that time. I was perhaps five years older than them and although I was strong I had no bulging muscles to prove it. I looked like your ordinary bookish nerd although my. Menka burst into a giggle, not promising anything. Next night Menka came up but this time not accompany by her man Friday Ajay. And first time Menka indulged her composer friend Babu in his spontaneous pranks to savour her firm round pair of 36A breasts for hours together or until the breast-molestation granted her a couple of shuddering orgasms, one after another and spent her out. But at the same time Menka did not let him experience intercourse with her on some pretext of her not being on.