She rolled onto her side facing me and looked up at me with a warm smile of contentment on her face.“Yeah, I better get going. My mother should be h...me from her sister’s by now and she’ll be wondering where I am. Oh fuck ... after that fuck ... I think I’m gonna need to sleep for a week,” she said as she got up beside my bed on wobbly legs. She pulled on her little skirt and gathered up her sheer black top. I followed her to the living room and helped her into her trench coat.“Thanks. That was. She also told me that she was a German tourist, and she had a flight home 3 days later, and she wanted to make a friend before leaving. Which explains why she’s talking to me now. After the conversation, we sat there in silence with our coffee mugs and empty plates on the table. I studied her form, and I can’t take my eyes off her nipples being pressed against her top. She was staring at the window with a bit of a smile with her mug held casually in front her stomach. I realized that my eyes. My first chance to own her was when she left her portable lip vasiline on her desk during break. I duly took the tub and under my desk pulled out my cock and rubbed my helmet on the inside a good 8 times before putting it back. Needlessly to say when she used some on her lips, it drove me crazy. The best time and the reason for this story is when I went out to pick up some lunch. She usually asks for food that is hard to tamper with like crisps or chocolate or a sealed drink. Mind you she has. I feel your silky touch as your toes find their way up the inside of my calve gently winding a path towards my already growing dick. The first touch is amazing, like lightening striking my bulging head. The seam just below the toes radiates through my trousers and I can see the desire in your eyes, the will to play this risky game and to please. You skillfully circle my already wet tip, running the nail up and down the shaft. All around us the other dinners are blissfully unaware of what's.