"Aaauu... huhuh.” She’s breathing heavily. Eyes closed. Head tilted back and chin to the ceiling. Her chest pushes up and her back arches. She is ...ressing her forehead into my side. "Mmm.” Her head falls back as her eyes squeeze tightly shut, and her face constricts. “Aaahh.” Her face relaxes and she arches back up again, louder and more accepting this time. She presses the button again and the humming stops. She sighs, opens her eyes, and rolls them back to look at me. “What?” she firmly. With great difficulty, Janice pushed him away, gasping for breath. She could feel the excitement between her legs and knew that without panties she would be dripping juice in a second. "Later," she said with a lustful smile. She wrote her address on the back of his business card and handed it to him. "See you at six." Then she went up on her toes and gave him another quick kiss before she rushed out of the room.By the time Janice got home, she was even more excited than when she left Dan. Her. She was a secretary who stole £500,000 from her ex-boss and took off never to be seen, until now. When he stepped into the kitchen, his intent was to arrest her. But when she cried out, he went to her without thinking about repercussions. Her blood tasted sweet on his tongue and before he could think of his actions, it was too late and his mouth was crashing down on hers. The kiss wasn’t chaste, it was wild, primal. Biting her lip to make her open her mouth, he thrust his tongue inside. He. The spell was broken when the bartender approached asking above the thumping music from the DJ to take her drink order. She ordered a White Russian and I watched for a moment as the bartender began to make her drink straight away. She had turned to watch the people out on the dance floor grinding, moving and groping in a mass nearly an orgy. I stopped watching her drink being made to watch her watch the dancers. The smile that caressed her lips as she moved slightly to the beat before returning.