You want me to love you..."He kisses his way down her belly, spreading her pliant thighs with his hand. Again, he kisses first one and then the other ...eg, pressing warm soft lips to her shuddering flesh. She closes her eyes, waiting for the roughness of his tongue to fall on her most sensitive parts. But he does nothing, remaining poised over her open pussy, just gazing at the folds of skin that blush a hot secret pink. "Please." She urges him to touch her, lifting herself from the bed, pushing. Now I could complete my work in the peace and quiet of an empty office.I got stuck on a piece of code and was staring at it for several minutes now, what I usually do is print the problematic code and on paper walk through it with a pen. So that's what I did, CTRL P, OK and I stood up to walk to the printer, it's located in a separate room where we keep our office supplies, it's not even a room, it's a big windowless closet. At the end of the day the ladies of the servicedesk close off and shut. I was so attracted to him, so drawn to him. So manly, yet caring and just as sexy as any older man could be. My friend had no idea I had these feelings and these urges, I hid them from everybody, except his Grandfather. For him, I would gladly fall to my knees. I would do anything he wanted, if he would only ask. I had know idea idea how he felt about what had happened between us and I was nervous to see him again. How would he react to me coming over again? I knew that if I wanted to see him. My best friend said her older sister has vibrating things that are supposed to make you have an orgasm. I touch myself when I am alone in my room with my hands, but I had never had an orgasm. There I sat on the closet floor in my robe holding a vibrator. I was already tingly down there form the excitement of finding such a naughty secret box. I clicked it back on and it silently thrummed in my hands. My heart was pounding in my ears and I knew this might be my only chance to use something like.