One such evening, when I was still busy at work, she messaged me to come home saying she was feeling lonely and wanted to talk. I went straight to her...place. When I was entering her house I just thought to myself it will be great if I get to kiss her tonight. When I knocked at the door, she opened it and I was stunned to see her. She was wearing a sleeveless top and a shorts. I could make out that she was wearing no bra and her boobs were freely moving underneath. I was getting hot. Her thighs. So this incident took place when I had newly joined my current office. I was 29 then. As usual I waked up and left to office reached and was waiting for the bus to arrive suddenly my eyes went to lady wearing a pink top and blue jeans although I was facing her back but her jeans was quite inviting, bus arrived and that lady turned to get and saw me staring her but acted as unnoticed , I hurriedly went up the bus and grab as seat to my good luck that lady also entered the bus from the other door. Though working on the I can still look but can’t touch principal, massaging those lovely jumper lumps whilst doing her backside with my favourite strap on is certainly bringing some firmness to my nipples and what the hell lets have a little explore of this idea. Now I hope you are not getting the idea that I make a habit of cleavage staring but just this once, you understand I had to make an exception. I think it must be the tiny back and just the way wobbled and bounced in the meeting and. When they left the pub and went to the bikes, he didn't immediately go to the Norton, but faced her, reached and touched her cheek with his finger-tips."I've enjoyed the day, mainly thanks to you." So have I; and thank you for helping me celebrate. Like to come back to mine?"He thought for a moment. "I'd rather not, just now," he said, and reached into his pocket. He handed her his card. "But if I haven't offended you, and you'd like some company next weekend, give me a call?" Count on it!" she.