I'm sorry you had to put up with him ogling you like that," Mrs. Kelly said, looking sad. She'd always seemed so bright before; this was the first tim... I'd seen her this way. I assured her that it was all right, no harm done."Donna, let's go out to lunch and I'll tell you a story," she said. We gathered up our purses and left, it was only 11:00 in the morning.When we were settled in a private booth, side by side in the dark back of a neighborhood bar/restaurant, Mrs. Kelly began her story. "I'm. It was an 80’s themed night so there was a lot of dancing with actions and certainly singing out loud. I danced myself crazy enjoying this feeling of complete abandon. Suddenly there, there he was the object of all my affection James. He was right there in front of me. Dancing my way closer to him I decided to give him a show and jumped up on the little stage that was at the front of the dance floor. Busting my best moves I looked him in the eye and without an ounce of shame mouthed “I want to. I’ve learned a lot.”“I’ll be sorry to see you go, Stratford.”His handshake was genuine. Like I said, too nice a guy.I’d been back at work for twenty minutes when Sheila from HR called.“Strat, Ms Beyts wants to see you five minutes ago. She’s riled. Meet me at Kelly’s Bar after work, will you?”“Okay, I’ll do that. Tell her I’m on my way.”So, the Vice President for Human Resources was involved already? That was even faster than she’d moved on Ed Norton the previous week.I poked my nose in Josh’s. The rain drives me crazy. Whenever it rains I just need a big hard shaft in me. Nothing else will do. I glance out the window, and that’s when I see you. I love to pleasure myself in full view of the street, and every now and again someone like you gets a lucky break, a full on gymnastic performance, but not today, today I need something more than just the thought of our tongues dancing together furiously, imagining it’s your hands running the length of my body, touching my breasts and tweaking.