Often, in the past, as we thrust at each other, eyes wide open, with big grins plastered on our faces, she would reach round, dig her fingers into my ...uttocks and try to drag me deeper into her body. I could feel each of her muscles convulsing into separate spasms as pleasure coursed across her abdomen, until, unable to to control herself, her eyes would shut, her mouth would slacken and the gutteral moans of her climax took over.Almost every time, I would be unable to hold back. My cock would. And her dress, too, in red and orange and brown made her look gargantuan. She filled Jim's doorway, and filled Jim's office when she entered."So you're the chap who found Cy," she began in a low and unexpectedly attractive voice. "I saw your piece on Laxness but didn't finish it. I can't get myself into novels about nuclear power stations and homey communists in Iceland. I must admit I'm glad he's dead -- Cy, not Laxness. He's been a thorn in this department's side for twenty years. Now we can. But I teased them a little more and put my hands over my mound as I turned to face them, and gave them a little wink or two. “Cor, go on Suzy,” said one guy, James I think, “lets see it then!”I did a little bow and then quickly raised my hands outwards while standing very straight and tall while they captured my semi-nakedness digitally. Then I turned sideways each way and finally sat down on the chaise-longue, keeping my knees together. “Is that it then?” asked James, with a note of. Enough to put you off sex forever.As I walked along my thoughts kept interrupting me, pushing out the ‘here and now’ and allowing HER to intrude. I was almost at Dam Square and I needed a drink. Down a side street. A bar. Any bar. Suddenly … “O'Reilly's Irish Pub!” Perfect! It was not yet midday but here no-one cared and I ordered a huge glass of white wine and sat on a stool at the bar, right next to the door and no-one bothered me and I fought back the anger. These places are always cosy and.