I found myself in a kind of daze as I remembered what had happened, how she looked as I watched her cum, the hunger in her eyes as she watched me taki...g a piss. More than once the images took such a hold on me that I was forced to find some time alone and wank myself off furiously, it was all-consuming.At work the following week I went through the motions, hoping that I might see her, catch her eye perhaps, just to know that I didn't dream the whole thing. But it wasn't until the Thursday. "No one special," she said, and began devouring my cock again. At this moment the door of the rest room creaked open and we listened intently as someoe shuffled in, stepped up to one of the urinals, unzipped his fly, urinated, and shuffled back out. She never stopped sucking my cock for a moment but I was slightly distracted. I began to pump my hips a little harder now as I was very close. I had prolonged it for as long as possible but true t her word Patrick/Patricia was a great at giving. You can trust me.”She had me with you can trust me.“I feel a little sick. I mean knowing he’s in there touching her all alone. That he’s probably having sex with her.”“Go on.”“That feeling morphs into me being a bit jealous. Wondering if she’s enjoying it, or enjoying it more than with me. I mean not that she shouldn’t enjoy it, that’s the point.”“Keep talking.”She started to massage the tops of my leg, running her hands down to the knee, and pushing them up to my hips firmly.“Then after. That much was obvious and we hadn’t even fully made love yet. This thought made my pussy twitch again. I wanted – needed – to have him inside me. And he evidently felt the same, as his cock was beginning to stir again. A happy side effect of his lack of sexual experience, I thought, smiling. ‘I hate to be sensible at a time like this,’ he said suddenly, ‘but what about protection?’ ‘Well, I’m still on the Pill,’ I said, ‘and I got checked out a few months ago. If you’re happy with that, then so.