Later in the day she found an excuse to come to my office and sat on the edge of my desk immediately by the side of me. She was wearing a tight top ex...ggerating her superb tits and a mini skirt highlighting her shapely legs. It was irresistible and I ran my fingers up the inside of her thigh as she slowly parted her legs in response. I knew that we both wanted to fuck again there and then but it was just too risky in work. I told her that I would follow her home after work and she readily. .Her black dress was extremely short and her perky breasts showed nicely through the thin fabric, her nipples hard and readily visible. She reached behind her and unzipped. She shrugged and the dress fell to the floor. As she stood there in her heels and black panties, I could see the love bites on her breasts and neck. She slowly removed the panties, folding them carefully and moved toward the bed. Then she was straddling me. Her pussy was three or four inches above my face. It was swollen and. ‘But your not… It’s not the same as…’ I stop myself. I have an impulse to try and protect her feelings even though I know she doesn’t have any. ‘I know. I know its not the same,’ she tries to put emotion in her voice but it doesn’t work. It is too forced. Then she makes efforts to touch me. I don’t want that. She sees this and stops herself. It is at times like this that she doesn’t know what to say. Even mind reading doesn’t help. She isn’t used to my sensitivity and never will be. At last she. I came in for my first session in early January, the gym was still busy with a rush of new years resolutioners. Amongst the crowds of people moving up and down I spotted and followed her down to the studio. I made sure I set up my mat right behind hers so I got the best possible view. She didn't talk to me right away, but at one point she corrected my position like an instructor would. She mentioned that she coached somewhere else and informed me of the dangers of imprinting my spine. She must.