I lifted my sweater and pulled my bra down so that I could play with my achingly stiff nipples. I was so excited I could hardly breathe. My pussy was ...n full flow and my free hand was up my skirt pulling my panties aside and probing into my hole. The waves of orgasm crashed over me in a matter of minutes, the boxes absorbing the sound flow from my mouth and the box I was sitting on absorbing the wet flow from my cunt.I tidied myself up and put another box on top of the seat to hide the wet. Our kisses didn't last long as our breathing was too ragged - we wanted more. Somehow we landed on the sofa. She was underneath and I was trying to position myself.Neither of us knew about oral. All we had some vague knowledge of was 'penis', 'vagina', put one in the other. I kid you not. My sex 'education' even warned that 'self abuse' may mean that hair would grow on the palm of your hand. Oh dear.Fortunately, she had self lubricated and my aching erection slid in without any difficulty. We. I turned and could only see a flash of hot pink and white. “That little bitch,” I murmured, “she must have followed me,” I thought. But no time to chase her down now, my shift manager was an impatient woman that loved riding the guys that she supervised and I wasn’t going to have this turn into a total disaster. When I got to her office Pam was waiting for me. In her hand was a vendor pin with my name on the back, I automatically touched the spot where it had been and remembered leaving it. Remember Jan -- my neighbor friend who hasn't been laid in a year? She is finishing up a training course at a hotel nearby my office and wanted to know if I could meet her for Happy Hour in the lounge. I've been working my (pretty) butt off all week so I checked with Gary (who - no surprise, said YES and stay out late being naughty) so I told her I would meet her.Maybe we will just have drinks and dinner together. Maybe something will happen! Who knows?Keep your fingers crossed.To: C.