Tall, blonde, hard to miss. Their eyes connected. Electric. The power that surged was electric. They flirted. They danced. Flirted more. Danced closer... The dance floor was packed. Shoulder to shoulder. No one noticed. Sarah wore a skirt. Short. Easy to get under. He wore jeans. Zipper and button. Easy to undo. His hands slid to her back, pulling her closer to him. Her breasts pushed against his chest. She could feel his heart beating, feel the heat radiating from within, feel the passion as his. The driver, a middle aged chap, but not bad looking, wound down his window and lit a cigarette. I got out and walked past. He was obviously doing something and that got me a little hornier! I stopped at the end of the layby and lit my own fag watching him.The layby was now empty and he got out and leaned on his car. I could see the bulge in his jeans and my own cock began to swell. I walked up and we smiled. He stood and pulled me into a long kiss. My legs quivered as his toungue darted into my. I started getting stuff that looked like a High School girlmight wear. I even got a Cheerleader's outfit- the one that collegessell for fans. Of course, it was my favorite team.Finally, Thanksgiving was coming up. I was going to be filling in forthe other guard, and the building was always empty. I went to work thatmorning with a special set of clothes in my bag. I had worn pantyhoseunder my uniform when I worked during cold months, so I wasn't worried.I had practiced quick changing back. A bigger and his most important thought had to do with his relationship with Sandi. He could be gone for up to maybe a year. It wouldn’t surprise Scott that Sandi who would shorty be divorced and with her new wealth let alone her good looks could have men pursuing her. With Scott in Central America Sandi could become involved with someone here that would effectively end the relationship Scott had with her. That was something Scott did not want to happen.A side thought was of Pam either.