I was dying to know more about him and he looked like he barely noticed that I was even alive. Doesn’t mean I wouldn’t have made the first move, ...ut you get the gist. It’s nice to be wanted. Women love being wanted. Heck, I fucking love being wanted. And when this factor is removed from the equation, suddenly everything is thrown off balance. So yes, I was sitting there, stealing furtive glances at him, when my ex-labmate Gareth starts talking about his work. Everyone is more than eager to. ." she hurily told him.He smiled, turning and motioning, "Great, come on...my car is just over in the parking lot..."One final look of fear gave way to an overwhelming desire to satisfy her hunger as she slumped her shoulders a little, her mind still racing with what might happen to her once she was alone with this guy. He wasn't the first to pretend to be nice to her only to take advantage of the situation, in fact it was how she'd ended up here, dumped by some guy after taking what he wanted. Shelly giggled and squirmed but finally said her goodbyes and left. Melissa walked with me to our cars acting like she had all the time in the world. She was telling me something about her hairdresser when she opened her car door and the contents of her purse fell out of the car onto the ground beneath her feet.Melissa bent all the way forward to retrieve her belongings, giving me a long look down her blouse. Her breasts were small, like a young teens and her bra was so loose that I could look. .. I've wanted you for so long. I need you. I want you inside of me." I began to play with my clit and his expression changed from pained to full of desire as he watched me touch myself. "You like to watch me do that, don't you?" I began to slide my fingers into my vagina and moaned loudly. "Oh, daddy, it feels so good. I know it would feel even better, so much better if that was you in there..." I eyed him, pleading. He licked his lips and I grabbed his hand, brought his fingers to the wetness.