He sat at the table, looking around. One thing he didn't loose in the metamorphosis was the ability to be comfortable by himself. He looked at the fol...s around him, enjoyed the quiet bustle of the waiters. The smells were spectacular.Then he saw her walking over to him. She was dressed in a red silk shirt, more crimson than any other colour. The neckline was deliciously open to hint at something lacy underneath, and a succulent flash of her bosom. Her black pants were more form fitting than. Or tempt me. I’d give just about anything to be able to go over to him and run my fingertips, and lips, over every inch of that body. I can feel the beads of perspiration along my hairline as my body heats with the thought. My breasts tighten and my nipples pebble. My pussy literally burns with the need to feel his touch. ‘Hot rod? You ready?’ Without thinking, I murmur, ‘Oh, yeah!’ Then, of course, I realize he didn’t mean what I want him to. I shake myself out of the sexual fog to find Mike. Wo boli maasi jaag jati to..mene kahaa achchha baba sorry bus.. ye kahte hue me uske karib gaya aur use apne baanho me lene laga wo chhitak ke dur chali gaye mene uska hath pakad ke kaha kya hua abhi to maasi nahi he ghar me ..to kya hua ye kah ke wo virodh karne lagi mene use khinch ke apne sine se lagaya aur jabardasti use french karne laga wo meri pakad me chhatpatane lagi kuchh 10 minit ke baad uska hilna dulna haath per phenkna band hua mene mouke ka fayda uthate hue apne ek hath ko uske. Kind of ironic. Whenever the opportunity presented itself, we would have a stolen moment or two like a quick kiss or feel. Her husband was very aware of what was going on. I never spoke with him but she said she spoke with him all the time, telling him about every encounter over the next 3-4 months. She said he loved her so much that he wanted her to be happy and getting my dick often made her happy. Way to go hubby!! The most memorable work encounter was the day we had an offsite workshop. .