She jumpped ever so slightly and turned to face the screen again. I wondered if she wanted me to take the hand off but at the same time my hart was ra...ing with the thoughts of going further! Should I? I though… Well it might be the only chance I got… So I very slowly moved the hand up her leg to where the hem on her skirt was. She didnt move a muscle. I took this as a good sign! After a few minutes I started to move my hand again.. This time as I moved my hand I moved it in and down so that my. She continued to hold onto my cock with one hand and with the other, she scooped up the cum that had leaked from the corners of her mouth and had landed on her tits and her lap. She cleaned herself off with her finger and sucked her finger clean. I was just about ready to pass out. I though about going to buy a lottery ticket because this was the luckiest day of my young life. Mrs. Johnson said nothing for a while. Then she quietly asked if she pleased me. I told her that I just might. I breathe in your smell. I pull the towel from your head and tangle my fingers in your wet hair, up to the nape of your neck. I move my mouth to taste your nipples, teasing them with my lips. I can hear you humming along to the music. You move your weight fractionally and press down, then lean back a little. It’s a slow, subtle movement. We could spend hours this way. That doesn’t matter because none of this serious anyhow. The phone rings. After the fifth or sixth ring, you smile ruefully,. "Or..." she said slowly. She did not finish her sentence. She only looked around, saw nothing she didn't like, grabbed me by the hand and pulled me towards the large, flappy doors that said "Staff only". I had never been backstage in a store like this. Building materials were everywhere, as well as boxes with tools, stacks of wallpaper, and all sorts of screws, nails, and other small things. No one was here, and she must have known, for didn't even look for any possible intruders and took me.