You didn’t even notice it. The gentleman to your left. When you turned to leave from the erotic dance and exchanged parting words with the other wom...n. Was it? Yes, it has to be. He was standing behind her. In a sea of various and unknown faces, your mind took note of the watch on his arm. He had reached up to scratch his shoulder when you brushed by him and although you were certain you saw his face, it was his watch that lodged in your memory. The same watch on the man across from you. He had. Due to his age his interest in sew was very low. She also used to work in an organization for passing time. She used to wear decent but a bit exposing clothes. Her office was not much crowded. The washroom of the office was a bit separate from the building. There was a sweeper who was a black guy in the washroom area who used to stare her a lot. He was a tall and strong guy. She sometimes even used to be embarrassed by his stares. Once when she was in the washroom he brushed her ass twice, but. One side of my brain was screaming to warn that I am at the ‘point of no return’ while the other half was already lulled and taken over by needs and desire.In this brief conflict, the needs overtook the reason and I continued to clean the blade while was enjoying the feeling of his hand on my thigh.His hand was soft but firm and was creeping up inch by inch. It now reached the base of my petticoat resting squarely at my creamy white thigh. His index finger started drawing some weird circles on. There are a lot of hot chicks in here." Yes, I know. I am talking to one."Dear old Zack kept it up, but he finally gave up and was on his merry way. The drinks arrived, and the waitress said, "Hon, watch out for that one, or he will have you craving for what he has. And believe me, sweetie, it is a lot." That made me twinge a bit, all the hot young stuff in here, and he is hitting on me. Now that is different.Jessica came back to the table, took a sip of her drink, picked up her purse, and made.