He gestured me towards the corner of the shop. They only had one small cubicle as a changing room. I walked in and drew the curtain. I made small talk...with him so he’d stay nearby.I turned facing the curtain. I took off my shoes then quickly dropped my denim skirt to the floor. There was a gap between the bottom of the curtain and the floor of about a foot, so I was sure he’d see my skirt hit the floor. I then quickly dropped my t-shirt next to it. I hoped he’d see both fall to the floor and. There is more shuffling, then she grabs my hand and pulls me to my feet. She undresses me where I stand and pushes me down onto something soft and cushiony. "You gonna cum for me bitch? I wanna hear you scream!" I gasp when a hand encircles my breast and squeezes, hard enough to hurt a bit. I moan with pleasure as her mouth joins her hand. Her other hand slides between my legs and starts to manipulate my clit. Two fingers slide inside me as her thumb continues to play with my clit. "You gonna. However, she had been avoiding him like the plague ever since.Emma had been busy the last few months sowing the wild oats she had never dared sow during her youth. She had the short fling with Jackson, a ménage à trois with her friend and exercise partner Teri and her husband Paul, and now she was helping her new gynecologist with some very important sexual research for a book he was writing. This would all have been great except for the fact she had to interact with these people on an on-going. We got to Indy about 5pm and met our friends at a bar for some pre-supper lubrication. I was dressed in a red short skirt, not the kind most teachers would wear to school, and a white tight shirt. No bra and no panties as I wanted to be ready for my friends. After several drinks and laughter, Dee began to touc h my leg, both inside and up high. Her fingers would trace up my inner leg, touching my nice trimmed bush, but never entering. That was to be later, I presumed. During supper she flirted.