Just as he was about to put his headphones in, he heard a noise to his left. “Fuck!” an out-of-breath blonde yelled as she noticed that she too ha... missed the bus, much like John counting on it to be late. Still panting, she turned to John, her large breasts heaving while she recovered. "Do you know when the next bus will be here?” the blonde asked, adjusting her white see-through top, not noticing – or perhaps noticing but not caring – John’s look downwards as she did so.“You'll have to wait. Have I to call Josie?" I dimly heard after I'd slowly walked back behind the bar."No ... No. I'll be fine. I just feel a little sick that's all. I'll be OK after I've sat down for a bit." I managed to mutter to whoever it was that had asked me if I was OK. My eyes weren't focussing properly so I had no idea which one of the staff had seen the state I was in.I sat in a daze in the store-room behind the bar, staring at the scribbled note I was holding in my shaking hand. My mind was going crazy. Shell we start with the picnic table or just go straight to me with my legs spread?”I replied, “Look Samantha, I really want to get into your pants. You seem to want me in there too. So would it be all right if we took it a little slower? I want to look down your blouse, so lets move that picnic table.”Samantha giggled and walked in front of me, twitching her ass in an exaggerated way. I smiled and then she turned to face me on the other side of the table.She asked, “Are you ready? I’m about to. I heard the elevator doors open.I heard footsteps in the hall, getting louder as they approached mydoor.Then I heard a knock knock.Two raps.I opened the door, just slightly, and said in my breathiest femininevoice "give me a moment to get ready for you."Then I moved back into the big room, and stood. My hands demurelybehind me. When he walked in, he'd see the real me. Brownish-blondcurly hair, cascading down my back. Perfect makeup, classy and assured,big pouty lips in an almost.