Blushing, he took off everything but his boxers and lay down beside me again."Better?" Much," I replied.Evan was tall and slender, with wide shoulders...and a narrow waist. He wasn't built like a football player, all muscle and brawn, but rather like a swimmer, sleek and smooth. There was a tiny patch of brown hair in the center of his chest, and a like amount under his arms. His pubes were sparse like mine, but he did have a narrow line of strands leading from the top of his bush to his belly. But, being lunch-time and lucky, we met nobody in either the lift or the short corridor to her office, which I immediately found out adjoined her boss’s. She let me in and closed and locked the door behind us, it was bigger than I had expected and in addition to a large desk, some chairs and filing cabinets, in one corner there was a coffee table with a couple of easy chairs, and a fair sized settee! We both stood, hand in hand, staring at it, then at each other, grinning like mad, like kids. Her tiny denim shorts were all up in her ass crack , she started unfastening her pants and wiggled her hips as she pulled them down. Once they hit the deck she kicked them towards me. I bent over and picked them up as she turned her back to Tim. She reached between her legs and guided his long dick into her wet pussy. She sat down on it and squeezed her legs together then she rocked forward and begin fucking him. I watched her for several minutes then she stood up and turned to face him she. "Can't we go somewhereelse? Please?"Jerry looked around the dingy room. "Yeah, OK," he said. "They don'tlook as if they've cottoned on that you're a bloke yet, and I wouldn'tfancy your chances when they do. Come on."We turned and left the pub. Some dark clouds had appeared in the sky."Looks like it might rain after all," said Jerry. "Typical bloody BankHoliday weather. There's a hotel round the corner. We'll go there."The hotel bar was much better, though practically devoid of customers.Jerry.