” She smiles at me, then moves to oblige. Her knees straddle me at my waist as she begins her climb. She playfully tugs at my nipples, since I hadn�...�t worn a bra, thru my wife-beater t-shirt. I flinch because she knows this is a sensitive area for me. She stops climbing, to playfully rest her “kitten” on my chin. I can smell her scent from where she is, and it is turning me on. I can feel my pussy juicing, at the anticipating thought of placing my tongue against her clit, and the very tip into. Flirting, chatting online, and then I realized I was squeezing my legs together. My pussy was hot again. Sometimes I swear I think about sex more than anyone I know. Even guys, and that's saying a lot.I started looking around at my coworkers like pieces of meat. How big would his cock be? What would his expression be if I were on my knees swallowing his load? Thinking like that only made that heat worse. Fuck!As usual I couldn't clear my head. I didn't WANT to clear my head. I wanted to be. My cock was throbbing and twitching hard now and I really needed to bury it in her. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and got on my knees, pushing her around to face the other way. She froze mid way as she finally noticed our fans watching with intent. She turned back slightly and started to mouth a warning but I pushed her back down to face them on all fours. Before she could protest, I pulled her panties aside, lined my dick up and rammed home. She yelped loudly as the full length of me. But then one evening, that all changed. To cut a long story short, we’d been at a party in a pub up around Shoreditch. By the end of the evening, we were both slightly drunk; still perfectly in control of our facilities, but relaxed and happy. As we left the pub, Penny put her arm in mine. “Do you want to share a taxi?” she said. “I can get out first, and then you can keep it to get you home.” This made sense – we both lived in more or less the same part of south London, though I was a bit.