Higher he moved, until he could feel the heat emitting from her and his teeth bit gently into her thigh…She jumped at the first tiny bite then press...d down against him and her finger found its familiar mark. Slowly, methodically, her finger slid deeper between her lips, pressing hard against her clitoris, reaching for her opening and her back arched in anticipation.Higher he moved until his mouth brushed fractions of an inch from her lips… nipping at the soft vee at the top of her legs and her. .She was moaning and moving her hips while playing with her tits...I was taking long slow pumps in and out of that pussy...I was almost coming out of her when I was on the out stroke...She reached up, pinched my nipples and started saying, "Yea, yea, yea, that feels good...go a little faster, faster, faster, thats it, now pound it, pound my pussy...I feel your balls slapping up against me, yea, thats the way I want it, fuck my shaved pussy hard..."We were really going at it when all of a sudden. The cheap vinyl looking skirt had been swapped for the real, expensive classy looking black leather skirt. The red panties? Well, I figured that under her sweater and jeans there was something extra, added to whatever she had been wearing when I'd met her at the Coffee Bar. This put me in something of a moral dilemma. If I mentioned that I'd worked out what she was up to, chances were I'd never see her again. On the other hand if I said nothing then surely that was tantamount to condoning what. “Did you enjoy that?” I just nodded as Dave left.During the ten minutes it took for me to walk across the site back to work, I felt a range of emotions. I felt a bit dirty, ashamed almost, but also horny as fuck. I got into work and made sure things were running OK and that there were no messages before retiring to the toilet to finish what Dave had started. After about five minutes of stroking my cock, I shot stream after stream of cum into the toilet in what was the most intense orgasm I’d.