It became habit of mine to glance into the "cyber cafe" when ever Iwalked by. She however, was never in, and gradually I forgot about her.On one frig...dly cold January morning, as I gazed through the windowbehind my desk, a husky voice beckoned for my attention. Turning fromthe window I saw the woman from the "cyber cafe", standing before mydesk.. Images from our past encounters flood my mind, and what was onceforgotten, became remembered anew. She was dressed for the bitterweather. I could feel her pee hole and rubbed it gently making her sigh with ecstasy. I kept my fingers inside her and gently caressed her clit which responded by getting firmer and larger. Moaning she started to wank my by now very hard cock. I could feel her beginning to tighten round my fingers so slipped another one in. I could feel her starting to thrust against my hand and she held my wrist with her spare hand as she wanked me faster. All at once she started to moan louder and I could feel her. On the Wednesday, I finished college just after lunch and drove the 2 miles parking nearby to the shop.When i got up the stairs the camp guy was serving a middle aged woman. he looked up, smiled and told me to hang the outfits up in the same changing room i had used a few days before.The lady collected her stuff and headed down the stairs. As the buzzer sounded the bloke handed me the french maids outfit with a pair of stockings and suspenders and said he would be back in a moment, as he was. " Kate tells me.We carry on some conversation and their flirting has definitely stopped now that I'm around. I decide to test the waters and start telling Kate how great that her hair looks and how the sun really makes her red color shine."What do you think Bobby? Doesn't she have great hair?", I ask him."Yes she does Mr. B. I love her red hair!", he admits. "It's a natural red too.", I tell him. "No coloring needed." She told me.", he says and I just smile."Can I have another sip?" Bobby asks.