He pulled her closer, the food is forgotten as they kissed their tongues dancing, pausing for brief breathless moments.She felt his hands at the ties ...hat held her top in place undoing the loose knot she had made knowing he would grow impatient if it was too tight, her breasts shivered as the air hit them. His hands cupped them and massaged them as he tipped her back onto the lounge. Looming over her, his eyes dark with desire as his mouth claimed hers, just briefly before his head slipped. I didn’t say another word as I got dressed and climbedback over to the drivers seat. She fixed herself up andstayed silent for the whole trip not even saying good-bye when she left the car. I was paranoid the wholenight thinking I had gone too far and what she would doabout it.*Two days after my experience with the boss’s wife shecame by the office to see him. I was terrified she wasabout to tell him how I had abused her but she madelike I didn’t exist going past me to his. He was arousing me so much. He took off his sweater at one point and started unbuttoning his shirt, but I took over and finished unbuttoning it. I liked his chest. I liked running my hand over it and sliding my hand on his lower stomach and a little under his pants. Finally, he took off his pants. And there was his cock in all its hardness. So sexual. I took it in my hands. I touched it and played with his balls. I really liked his balls; it was very pleasurable to me to give him such. My English teacher was a former actor in Shakespearian Theater that would often quote the famous bard in his everyday conversation. I thought he was hilarious and sexy with his low deep voice and his roving fingers. He had pretty much investigated all my secret areas of sexual interest and knew my exterior geography as well as his own. I suspected he was a bit of a “perv” because he kept calling me “little girl” every time he had his cold fingers up in my snatch or even buried in my bottom.