We both started facing each other and our noses were almost touching. I could feel the warmth of her breath hitting my lips and she could feel mine. O...r breathing became faster and louder and we were almost suffocating. We came even closer and our noses and lips were almost touching each other.“Aren’t you sleepy?” she asked in a low voice. I was terrified and somehow mumbled, “No, it’s hot and I slept well in the afternoon”.Silence occupied between us and we both wanted to make a move but. Finding nothing too controversial, he left Alan and two editors to finish up. Right after he left, Alan turned to the two, Missy Peters, the managing editor (second-in-command), and Amanda Wallace, the layout editor, and asked them if they could handle the rest of the work without him. He really needed to get home, he explained. They understood, Alan having just lost his grandfather and all, and wished him a good weekend. He trusted them, especially Missy, a junior, who was slated to succeed. I stand beside the front door ofthe bus and most probably I would meet an aunty around 30 years of age to whom Igave my bag to keep. Her name is Amitha and she owns aspa and fitness centre located away from the city. She would take my bag andkeep it with her till I get off at my stop. She and I meet only in the morning.She would talk to me most of the time so it was a good time pass for her aswell as for me. She said she is working as a receptionist in a 5 starhotel. One day I was travelling by. I am 56 with brown hair and blue eyes. My best features are my 38D tits since the rest of my body was not model quality so I was not prepared to be hit on. This young man was flirting with me and I was really enjoying the attention while I flirted back. The whole time we were talking, he was sliding closer to me until he had his hand on my thigh. It has always been a secret fantasy of mine to sleep with a black guy. This thought was in the back of my mind the whole time he was sliding closer..