It was eleven fucking PM on Christmas Eve yet she looked as fresh as a daisy in her tidy white blouse while I looked like a half-Japanese zombie. “...ow do you do it?” I groaned. We both had been roped by the boss into working overtime because some dipshit screwed up a big order and we were the only two suckers who couldn’t play the ‘I have a family’ card. “I guess I have a lot of stamina. That’s what my lovers tell me anyway.” “Just kill me.” I slumped over the desk again. It was true that. He pulled at the clasp of her bra and it easily fell off. He absorbed himself in her soft mass at her chest and grasped one of her nipples with his hand. She groaned at the pain and pleasure she felt. He sucked at the other breast and kissed and caressed till he knew he needed more. Slipping her arms under his shirt Jennifer drew her fingers across Steve’s back until he shivered at the touch. She pulled his shirt over his head and tickled his arms gently. He was still absorbed in her soft white. Her palms made gentle circles on his back, her nails tantalized the insides of his thighs, and her fingers teased his balls. He in turn reached back with his hands to softy touch her legs and explore at the edges of her panties as she straddled him. “I think its time for your front rub.” Her voice was husky. She sling shot her bra across the room. It caught on the closet doorknob. He laughed. She smiled and started to rub the oil into his chest with soft circular motions. Her small, saucy. Finding interesting company with the same urges became an interesting part of the adventures…..and before we go any further on my story, I was a bit younger and thinner back then – but not as kinky minded as I am now….. My regular boyfriend at the time – yes I had moved on in my self-exploration to the enjoying a boyfriend level, enjoyed drinking and getting his cock sucked…….and a bit of watching a kinky scene and even filming it for my collection. Let’s just call him E. We had some good fun &.