As soon as we got in the store, she led me to the fitting rooms, where there was nobody at the time. She immediately grabbed my cock thru my pants, s...arted unzipping my pants and dropped to her knees.The bottom of the fitting doors were a good height off the ground, so you could see under them pretty well. So anybody walking by would know what was going on. Not to mention she couldnt contain herself and starting moaning while sucking uncontrollably. I thought great we are going to get. My instincts used to tell that she is equally interested in the way she used to look or give a smile. But going with instincts was a risk. I needed a lucky day or event to turn things. Time passed on. We casually met in the lift once or twice.One day when I came from the office, it was raining heavily. The floor was swept by the housekeeping team. The floor was still wet, and as soon I entered the building for the lift, there she was standing and waiting for the lift. We shared a casual smile. Half way through the afternoon Maeve felt she had cleaned enough to take a short break. Reaching up to clear the cobwebs and remove the dust from atop the “kings’ trusses” had proved tiring as she could only just reach when standing on the table. A county of small men, she thought; small women as well!All the windows had been opened and the freshening breeze had managed to banish the mustiness, though once or twice she felt that she had sniffed the old familiar smell of sulphur in the kitchen.. ..The fingers start kneading my crotch, the pressure gently increasing as she gets the reaction she’s after - my cock stirring and stiffening in response until there’s no mistaking the bulge beneath my zipper. Finally, she turns back to face me.“You know,” she says, squeezing my manhood tightly. “I don’t think I thanked you properly for giving me a ride.”“Nothing to thank me for.”“But I feel like I owe you something.” She squeezes my cock again, making me gasp. I grip the wheel tightly,.