Even our telephone conversations would drift into a sexual tone. I could not believe no one suspected anything between us. I should have won an Oscar ...or those many performances pretending not to notice him. Not to crave touching him, hearing that voice, seeing that tall strong body and wanting my lips and hands all over it.He would do sexy little things that would drive me crazy. Once when I was bringing him his afternoon tea there were managers in the office next door having a big argument.. I finished getting ready including the new smoky eye shadow and liner and then he arrived just in time, perfect timing all around.Well, he was around 35, a good 4" shorter than me without my heels so I was amazonian against him, as wide as he was tall, waddled when he walked and very hairy, which isn't usually my thing. But he was polite enough, he asked if he could shower so I helped him, with the aid of my plasticised apron to cover my clothes, making sure that I washed and explored every. The way Stella was rubbing my leg was getting me a little excited and my breath had started to get a little fast. So I returned the favour by rubbing up and down her thigh until one time on the way up my hand slipped under the hem of her skirt. My hand was now half way between her knee and upper thigh and so far all I felt was what I thought was stocking until my hand travelled up the way again almost to her panty covered pussy and that was when I found out she was actually wearing tights and. After everything I’d been through, it was heaven.Untangling my fingers from the hair at the nape of his neck, which was a little longer than I was used to, I stroked my fingers down his ears, relishing the shudder that caused, then down his strong neck. I reached the neck of his shirt and began undoing the laces there with a sniff of irritation.“Not a desire demon,” I muttered to myself, amused that I was so rationally pondering that possibility even within a waking dream. “Too many damned.