I start giving you tongue and you break away nervously. Looking at the stranger you apologize and he says it's okay I like it. You laugh and look at m... and I say to the man would you like to kiss her? You look at me and are irritated and smirking and say yeah right! I motion to him as he walks near you push away and say nooo! Quit playing around, it's not funny. Just then I lean in and kiss you and you kiss back. As you feel me grabbing your tit and another hand rubbing your pussy through your. Oh my God! I though. I am a perfect baldy with just a small section of pubes above my mons. Gilberto then came alongside me and kissed me, His hands trailed down my shoulders, onto the sides of my breasts, kissed, and sucked my nipples leaving them erect and needing more, continuing to the curves of my hips where they came to rest. He pulled me close and his hands slid around my waist and onto the curve of my arse a feeling I enjoyed immensely. Gilberto was now standing directly between my. It was his fingers she felt first. Rough and gentle at the same time, parting her outer labia, his laboured breathing filling the room as he sunk one finger into her already wet cunt. “Fuck, Ash…” she heard, then the sound of the zipper on his jeans and the metal clink of his belt buckle hitting the floor. Soft lips, surprisingly soft, kissing and nuzzling the nape of her neck, his cock pressing against her ass. She pushed her hips back into him, her body betraying her sudden want and masking. In the beginning we stuck to business as we danced around each other in innumerable meetings, but the spark of attraction was always there. I was torn between professionalism and the need to get to know her better. I beat the excuse of working dinners and lunches to death, as I stepped as close to the line as I dared. To my delight, Jean not only bought my excuses, she came up with a few of her own. We thought we were being so discrete, but it wasn't long before everyone we worked with knew.