Dave began to massage my body and rub places where I hadn’t been rubbed all that often. The feeling of his hand rubbing my boobs and his sucking was...making me wet. Then his hand slipped down between my legs and the feeling was wonderful. Since his shorts were at his ankles, I busied myself getting to know how he liked to be handled. I found that he really loved to have the underside of the tip of his shaft rubbed and even found that he liked to have my tongue licking it. In return, he was. I mailed my office that I am handing over my laptop to Amit and will be collecting it back when I resume my duties.Once I fully recovered, I reported back in office and started off with my work. After a few days, Amit called me and said that he needs to talk to me in private. We went to cafeteria and he asked me casual things about recovery, etc.Then he told me that he has seen the browsing history in my laptop which has many porn links. He also told me that many of them are gay links asked me. I catch my breath, my heart pounding, because I know who it is, the one person in the group I want to have find me, to find me before the others. It has to be Steve. I will it to be him. He comes straight to the room, quietly and quickly so the others won’t hear him, and slides under the bed beside me in the darkness. We lie together, hardly breathing, our hands beginning to move over one another. Hands that have never before touched me, move all over me. Hands I put a face to in my mind, that. She loved to tease the female and male shoppers that walked into the store--slowly bending over, slowly picking up boxes, slowly rubbing her chest and yawning. etc. Men would stop--walk in the store--check her out, then leave. All day. Really, the store should of been paying her extra from all of the foot traffic she pulled in. She was married. And yes, snowballs chance in hell of ever getting anywhere with her. And yet here I was, all day getting teased by what basically amount the hottest.