”“Sure, I’m game. How do we do this?”“Move your cushion and sit on it and lean against the wall.”I did as Anala asked and she came and sat...between my legs and leaned back. This was the first time we’d touched since she’d knocked my books from my hands, and the feeling was intense.“Put your hands on my stomach,” she said.I moved my hands to her firm stomach and she placed her hands on top of mine.“Now, breathe in when I breathe in and breathe out when I breathe out. Slowly and smoothly.”I felt. Earlier I heard her asking about Freshman English, so she was old enough in my book.When no one was watching me like a hawk I grabbed her, to throw her, as I whispered in her ear, “Remember this when you rub yourself off as you dream about how it would be nice if we could get some private time away from everyone.”Unless someone was where they could see my fingers clearly, they wouldn’t have any idea that I had buried my middle finger inside her slippery lightly bearded clam. I had the place in. Ericka bid her co-workers good night as the filed out of the work area. She pretended to be finishing up a report so no one would wait and walk out with her. Her hands trembled as she logged out from the very computer that she been using to visit the porn sites. Why oh why did I do that here at work she thought again as she turned off the lights and walked out the door. Instead of turning right to go home, she forced herself to turn left to make her way slowly to 1 west. Ericka felt her heart. .." she said."I want to make you feel good. Please?"She smile. "Our secret," she said, laying back down next to me.I nodded. I couldn't believe it! It was like 100 Christmas mornings all at once! I lifted her gown again and rubbed her gently, watching the expression change on her face as I pleasured her. Her vagina was warm and soft, the skin pliable and pleasant to play with. Touching her was like playing a sensitive instrument. I loved how her pubic hair felt under my fingertips as I rubbed.