.I don't want to either."I replied "Can we make each other feel good and not get weird about it?" Let's try...." She saidOur faces were still maybe an...inch apart. I could smell the whiskey on her breath and I know she could smell the same on me. I leaned in and she did the same and we met in a nice, soft, exploring kiss. She put her hand to my face and I caressed her arm and we made out.We progressed slowly, my hands finding their way to her chest and our kisses becoming deeper and more. When I got to the office, she was already at her desk typing away. I gave her a warm greeting and went over to my desk. In a while Rita came over to my desk to ask me something and I was stunned to see that she had worn a short skirt that ended middle of her thighs and very high-heeled strappy sandals. I had never seen Rita in a short skirt as she always dressed very conservatively in skirts that went below her knees or in trousers or ethnic Indian wear. I exclaimed “Wow, Rita you look great!”. "I'm so glad I caught you, Sammy. I just took Cathy and Sarah to the airport. We're both grateful for what you did. She wanted me to apologize for her selfish action. She's very sorry about leaving you ... hanging as it were. I hope you believe me when I tell you my daughter is not usually like that. She's a giver, not a taker. I can only imagine how ... painful..."Sandy stopped talking, licked her lips and raised one carefully trimmed eyebrow, waiting for me to respond.I laughed nervously and. "What?" I moaned, pushing my hips against his hand."What if someone hears us?" he continued."I, I don't know," I whimpered as his hand began moving faster against me."Do you want me to stop?"I was getting close and he just kept rubbing me faster as he watched my face."No, oh God, please don't stop," I begged as he nuzzled my throat again."Are you going to cum?" he asked as his teeth nipped at my neck."Yes, oh please, yes," I didn't care what else he did I just wanted his hand to keep stroking.