”Not long after that we said good night. Afterwards, as I lay in bed, heart still racing, and trying to wrap my head around why I was so turned on p...rely by the fact that I’d pleased him. I couldn’t, so I settled on sliding my hand down to my pussy, wet from my conversation with him, and bringing myself shuddering into an orgasm. Made all the more intense as I remembered the feeling he’d given me when he’d called me a good girl.Tim and Sam were spending the night before we were due to meet in. Within a minute another older guy from the spectator group sat next to me and began quietly making small talk. We discussed that it was my first time there and that I had never seen a guy suck a guy's cock before or anyone suck a cock for that matter. He was a nice guy and told me that most guys, whether straight or gay, eventually get blow jobs from other men and many even become cock suckers themselves even though they otherwise lead straight lives. He also told me that many, if not most of. I filled two bowls with water and sat them on the table along with two hand towels. I got a high backed chair and sat in the middle of the room so she had room to walk on both sides. I wore a halter dress so i wouldnt get too wet. She pulled a tank top out of her bag and pulled off her blouse and put on the tank. As she applied the cream to my face I could feel her body on me. Her breast were pressing against my shoulders. Her hands were so soft and relaxing. Her hands were feeling so. I had my no-nonsense face on and I raised my eyebrows as if to ask, "what?" I didn't recognize the person standing in front of me. I guess that wasn't much of a surprise, I worked at a place with a good deal of turnover and it wasn't unusual to see new and unpleasant faces. This particular face belonged to a man slightly younger than me, maybe 22. He had that shit-eating grin that all college graduates had when they first started working here, despite the fact that he was working entry-level in.