But the room was empty and cold, while the storm buffeted the camper. I held Kay's panties and walked back to my bed. By the time I closed the door--... certainly didn't want to be discovered beating off--I was hard again. I laid down and closed my eyes. I replayed what had happened-what I had seen.Holding Kay's still moist silky panties to my nose, smelling her womanly scent, I wrapped my other hand around my cock and slowly began to stroke myself. I had a new fantasy: I imagined her. Shamelessly I stick out my tongue to taste him. It tasted salty. Hungrily I want more. He obliges me and squirts more of his salty fluid into my waiting mouth. Greedily I swallow every drop. I feel him reach over and touch my clit, completing a circuit from my mouth through his cock to his finger on my pussy. Contact! …and it electrifies me! Sensing my need, his finger lightly brushes my clit. My body is ready, my pussy primed, the light touches across my clit continuously electrifies me.. Security people in this type of position couldn't just be rent-a-cops, although I hated that term. People working in loss prevention situations had to be at least as bright and ingenious as the miscreants constantly trying to find new ways to rip off the business.Our one super-store does about $110 million in sales per year. That means if the average company pilferage of 1.6% is allowed the store would lose over $1.75 million dollars. That comes directly out of profits. Our store loss rate was. Now just let me buy you an outfit and dinner — consider it payment for emotional distress — and we’ll forget all about this.’ Something sharp stabbed inside me and I felt tears well up for a moment. No. No, no, no. Oh God. This wasn’t just attraction. This was feelings. This sinking feeling of disappointment about the distance between us had nothing to do with my libido. I had FEELINGS for STEPHEN. I didn’t want to forget about any of this. If I hadn’t been leaning against a wall already, I.