I was wearing a jean skirt. I started to moan a little. His dick got harder and he moved it up to my pussy. I scratched at his back a little and he sm...led. He moved his lips down to my neck then down do my chest. His hands wrapped around and he undid my bra and threw it on the floor. He sucked and kissed my breasts and nipples. I started moaning. No guy has ever touched me like this. His hand moved down to my skirt and pulled it off quickly. He moved down to my stomach and kissed around my. ..." He interrupts her mid sentence to say "then why is your hand rubbing against your panties?"She looks down, and had not realized she had been doing it, the excitement of the situation had gotten the best of her, and there was no hiding the fact she was wet, to the point where her little cotton panties visibility had changed color due to the wetness.She looked up at him, fear in her eyes from being caught, "I don't know what happened, I,I, ummm, It must just be the heat"He asks "the heat. Your hot slick love tunnel, opened slowly to my cock, slowly allowing me entrance. I pressed the head of my cock into you, quickly entering your sodden hole. You gasped as I filled you. Lifting you so you were on tip toes and the head of my cock. “Oh baby, fuck me!” you whimpered “Fuck me hard!” I started lifting and thrusting, lifting you on my cock, filling you with my cock. Your hands were roving all over my back. My mouth was kissing you passionately and deeply, our tongues. I was not afforded the pantyhose I would usually have forlimited protection but wore thigh high stay up stockings. Every movementthat wasn't careful, including reducing my already small stride to eventinier steps, would expose me to the world. Even driving was going to spreadmy legs too far apart.My long red wig was tied into a high ponytail held in place by a pearlcolored band, a style certainly designed to attract maximum attention. In aludicrous nod to professionalism, I was given jewelry to.