She tended to wear these short skirts and slightly tight blouses to work. She was only 18, but to be honest, she gave me more than one dirty thought e...ch time I would talk to her. I would have never thought to ask her out, but I am sure that my flirting started to become more and more noticeable. I would let me hands brush hers as we talked across the counter from each other. I was starting to get a little of my self esteem back…until…I’m sitting in the break room one day eating my lunch when I. We found seats in the third row up of four with a mirror image of our stands across the still silent stage. We were all close enough to clearly see everyone in both stands. That would soon be an important point. We looked around nervously and stealthily gawked at the obvious PDAs and open groping in the hot sun.An announcer broke into the crowd noises to signal the start of what would be a short show. Rachel's sister, Ruda, called out that there were three acts to the show, but her sister was. The wall near me became the ceiling, and the wall furthest from me became the floor, and every goon and girl who hadn’t been braced screamed as they were suddenly tugged into a new direction. Fortunately, the engines didn’t burn at one gravity or anywhere even close. So, rather than splatting into the glass fifty feet below me, I just drifted gently down. My feet pressed and I saw several goons who hadn’t been able to swing themselves around in the air like me were struggling to get up.My thumb. I traced my hand over his dick in his shorts before moving my hands to his belt. I slowly undid his belt then looked at him. “Take your shirt off, I think you will be more comfortable.” “Mmm, very nice,” I said as he pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the floor. My attention went back to his shorts. Just as I did with his belt, I slowly unclasped the button on the front and pulled the zipper down. Again I looked up at his eyes and smiled. With my eyes looking into Ben’s I pulled his shorts.