I could feel her closing and widening her legs under the table as she felt my hand caressing her thighs. She was trying to keep her face straight and ...ept biting her lower lips.I noticed her expressions clearly enjoying what I was doing to her. I smiled naughtily and opened a notepad on her laptop screen and wrote: “Are you wearing a panty?”Preethi looked surprised and looked at me with her big eyes. She then looked around checking that no one was around staring at us and she pushed her chair. They were decent people, just trying to better this world.When I first met her, she seemed so perfect. I could hear her humming a lovely melody that morning. She was beaming with pride. She seemed to have it all together. She was confident, happy.I knew she was beaming. She'd met a handsome man a week before. He'd charmed her with his witty jokes and dashing face. He was kind, sweet, made a decent living but very married. He forgot to mention that to her, or maybe he didn't forget. Maybe he. I never thought much about Andrew being around until one day when we were stripped to our waists clearing a patch of garden that had got neglected and became over grown with weeds, he quietly leant across close to me a whispered, that I did not need to masturbated so much, I was shocked for a bit, then he went on to say that he could relieve anytime of my frustration and that it would be a pleasure for both of us.So on that hot late summer’s day, began a change in our relationship, shielded. I realized my dress had ridden up considerably and I tried to pull the hem down, hoping no one noticed.Lincoln stood and offered me his hand, an apologetic look in his eyes, “It’s getting a bit crowded, how about we go someplace quieter?”I nodded, taking his hand as he helped me up, “Want to hang out in my room? I’ve got a single.” * The entire walk back Lincoln and I laughed and talked, almost as if our kiss hadn’t happened. I wasn’t sure if it was just an isolated occurrence, or if it was.