He watched goose-bumps rise where he touched her. ‘Oh, Bert! You…your touch is wonderful,’ Carla whispered. ‘So soft…’ She continued to mu...mur softly as Bert continued stroking and caressing her trembling body. Bert slid his hands down her sides and began caressing her buttocks. Carla opened her mouth as if she were going say something, but only a soft moan came out. Bert pulled her against him and again she pressed against him. The soft, passionate murmurs continued to pour from her. He could. “I see what you mean about needing lots of stockings.” He suppressed a laugh.I was walking toward my new office, a new swagger in my walk when Mark came up behind me.“That must have been interesting.” I looked at him puzzled. “I was looking for you and poked my head into the boss’s office. He pointed under his desk.” He was watching me closely. I laughed.“Very interesting, indeed.” I put my palm up in the air, “But, I made him cum.” He laughed and gave me a high-five. It was almost. Seeing no one around he walked over to them and picked them up. He wondered what she would think if she came back and saw him standing there holding them. His fingers ran over the soft material and suddenly realized that he was getting excited. This is my chance he thought to himself. He carelessly threw his clothes into his basket and took them to his apartment where he tossed it onto his bed. He looked in the mirror and made sure his hair was neat and then went to her apartment.He carried the. As she slid across the seat her short skirt somehow rode up even higher on her alluring thighs. She didn't bother to pull it down again."Let's go to your house," she said.As I moved the car into traffic I discovered only one of my hands was on the wheel, since my other hand had somehow found its way to her nearest naked knee. And from there up and down her naked thigh, just barely grazing the edge of her skirt, which just barely covered her cunt. By the time we got to my duplex apartment her.