After dinner we did the dishes and I got a little brave and brushed the front of my shorts across her ass as she stood at the sink. She gasped when I ...id it. My cock was pushing the cloth of my shorts out and I know she felt my cock. As I moved back I did it again but this time I moved a little slower so I know she felt it. As I moved past she looked down at my crotch. She couldn't help but see the bulge. She asked me what brought that on. I told her what a beautiful lady she was and that I was. By this time, apart from the barbed wire tattoo on my upper arm, the Celtic tattoo across the top of my ass, and my pierced tongue, I was like any other office girl. I worked from nine to five, kept my eye out for a rich partner and partied on the weekends with my buds. It was the best of both worlds, really. I still partied on campus with my college friends and I also bar hopped with the girls from work. They were good times. I enjoyed quite a few guys over those couple of years, progressively. I tried not think about it, but the more I told myself not to the more I did. I could see him in the locker room at the gym, all sweaty after a work out and peeling off his clothes. Or I pictured him getting that blow job from his wife Carly at the cabin earlier that summer or how strong and straight his dick looked when he was right behind Carly and they were doing it doggie style. My thoughts were interrupted by Mike yelling “Paddy, Paddy – are you okay? You’re zoning out on me. Don’t pass. I hitched my summer dress and pulled my white panties down to my knees and sat on the loo with a sigh. I had finished peeing, flushed and started to wash my hands when I heard the room door open, then close again on the latch, soft footsteps across the carpet and the sound of someone throwing themselves on the bed. I guessed it was Jen returning from her morning outing, unfortunately her arriving while I was in the bathroom gave me a bit of a problem. I’m a little shy when meeting people for.