When through the turnstile we headed through the swing door into what I can only describe as really plush swimming pool changing room – a lot of loc...ers, benches in the centre but with mock chandeliers and cream carpet! “This is a weird bar” I exclaimed to Vicky, with a certain nod of approval. It was only after a few minutes of working out what to put into the lockers that it was suddenly revealed. Through the door at the other end to the one we came in entered a young couple, probably late. He turned to me and said, "It will be nice falling asleep with the smell of a girl and sex in my sheets again."He wrapped his arms around me pulling me into his naked body causing his cock to be pinned between us. I looked up into his eyes as his mouth descended to mine in a soft but passionate kiss. He licked my lips ever so lightly and I opened for it like I had been doing this for years. I also returned the intrusion as my tongue entered his mouth to do battle with his as we tried to. What the hell, I was already soaked so I just let it go. It felt wild, as it gushed into my pants making me even wetter.I got home, fortunately there was no one around and I was able to slip into my apartment without being seen. I pulled off my shirt and bra and dropped them on the bedroom floor as I went into the bathroom. I peeled out of my wet jeans and stood there looking at my soaked panties in the mirror. They were clinging to my crotch and I couldn\'t resist touching myself. I was very. “Is this enough?” I asked.“The commissions I do get will be huge, and not capped like they are for the others,” she smiled.“OK. That makes sense,” I said, and pushed the papers to her.“I need you to interview a new support tech to work with Zeke. He can’t keep up, especially with the travel he has to do. Are you in next week?”“All week, as of right now, but check with Dave, because he’s moving me into consulting for the time being. Will this person be based in Chicago? And do you have a résumé.