“We’ll see about that.” I clamped the back of her neck and guided her to the wooden, farm-style table. She wore an expression of disbelief even ...s she planted her hands on the thick pine surface and spread her legs. She arched her back and moaned when my calloused hands caressed her satiny skin. They followed the sleek lines of her shoulders and back before slipping around her ribs to explore her creamy tummy and breasts. My leaking cock left clear, shiny smudges on her lower back as I. So after of a few seconds of hesitation she found herself pulling the shampoo bottle out of her drenched pussy and kneeling down on her bed then positioning the big bottle under her touching her pink asshole.The thick shampoo bottle was covered with her pussy juices and she knew that would serve as lube but she still doubt that big bottle could squeeze inside her little ass no matter how much she wanted it. She started to lower herself on the bottle and she loved the feeling of the hard plastic. I wanted his cock. In my hands. In my mouth. In my pussy.And so every day my lunch ended the same; with soaked panties, a rapid heartbeat, and a new fantasy to add to my repertoire. The lust I felt for him grew and grew until I knew that I had to make some kind of move. But how did I do it? He was shy and I was shy. I couldn't just walk up to him and ask him to please take me right there on the table. And then one day I had a revelation. I suddenly knew that I had one way to get his attention.I. She had given me the bag of items spread out on the desk behind her. I have to admit, I was looking forward to seeing what she was going to do next!Slowly she raised the hem of her skirt, showing those lovely brown firm legs. With her chin still tipped down, she glanced up and let her eyes roam over the shadows moving within the cages. “You like my legs? You want to see how high up they go?” She was playing with them. She was a senior at the university and spoke better English than most.