I got the outside and was heading for a bus when my phone rang. It was 1998 and thought a phone was a good idea. Oh I was right. I answered and the ca...ler announced herself as the receptionist in a whispered voice. She asked could I hang around for an hour as she got off work then and she wanted to know if I’d like a fuck (her exact words). I paused but agreed as it was bad enough trying to hide my hard on under my coat but if I had of said no getting home on the bus would be really awkward. We. . She would press her tongue hard on my clit and begin rhythmically rubbing up and down. Her fingers would work their way inside me, forcing more cum out, and quickly find my g-spot. I would arch my back up, pressing my crotch harder against her. I would feel my orgasm rising, but I would want more. Using all my will power, I would push her back and slide to my knees in front of her. My hands still in her hair, I would kiss her, deeply, passionately, tasting the delicious mingling of her, my. As we playing, once I accidentally touched her boobs, but she really didn't say anything that time. We just continued to play. “You still think you can win?” Diane asked. “Well I know I'm gonna win,” I replied. She laughed and took a shot for the game point. She made it. “I'm sorry, did you say you were going to win Eric, or did I have water in my ear?” Diane asked.For that I just splashed her once and she wasn't too pleased. “Did you just splash me?” Diane asked. I splashed her again. “Now you. . male ... had been gazing appreciatively at Belle’s curvaceous bottom which had just been presented to his view. Belle listened to the flick and click of the cards. Her wretchedness knew no bounds. She ... they ... had once played Bridge. In that panelled room next to the Dining Hall. Pleasant evenings . . . Oh God ... don’t think about it! Don’t! DON’T! FOR GOD’S SAKE DON’T! Belle was clenching her teeth fiercely. Driving the memories down and away. A single tear from the corner of her eye.