Anyway, it was a very hot night as I have said and I was looking very hot too. I had on a short shirt and my push up bra on, and my tits looked great ...ven if I do say so myself. I also had on a really short black leather skirt. I love the feeling of leather against my bare skin. I didn’t have any knickers on too I’m not sure where my thong had got to!!So I started to try to recollect and piece together some of my night, I remember I had been dancing with this African guy from the US – very hot. I rode the vibrations trying to slow my breathing and calm myself; I was losing that battle. I neared the point of no return as the floor supervisor walked closer to my cubical. ‘Crap I’m going to get caught.’ The bullet slowed as he approached. My supervisor and I chatted a few minutes and then he was gone to finish his checks. As he moved farther away I took a deep breath and felt the vibrations increase again. He pulsed the speed making me jump with each rapid increase. I neared orgasm and. But that wasn’t gonna be enough. The sex had to be special and so I planned to do the love making on the building terrace , which normally remains locked. Sex under the stars is something amazing and thinking about it made me wet.So I got things preparing as soon as bhai left for office. He was a little sad that I didn’t wish him but I knew this night he would never forget. I paid the watchman to give me the terrace keys and to not allow anyone to come to the terrace. I took the inflatable air. Finally he began to remove his fist, my pussy making little erotic sucking noises as it tried to hold on to the welcome invader.I lay there feeling curiously empty once his fingers slid out. My body tingled in the warm aftermath of a mind-blowing orgasm, but I wanted more from him. I wanted all that he made me take every time we were together, all that he gave me that no one ever had before. I rolled over onto my front before pushing my way slowly up to all fours. I looked over one shoulder at.