"Would you like to touch me?" she asked as she took my hand and placed it over her breast. For once in my life I had nothing to say, nothing at all. I...was at a loss for fucking words. She moaned as she guided my hand around her breast, rubbing from one side to the other. "Does that make you hard? Would you like to suck on my nipple?" Speak, damn it, I told myself, but I couldn't believe what was happening. She unbuttoned her blouse and pulled both breasts out of her pink bra. I wondered to. Dressed for it and groomed for it. His hair was carefully unkempt, one hand in his pocket the other looking at his watch. He wore a blue blazer, open of course, over an immaculate white shirt, unbuttoned just right to show his tan and his well maintained physique. Head casually dropped though his eyes took in all the sights around him. Kelly wondered if Tony actually had a normal way of standing. A short honk on the horn caught his attention and he glided to Kelly's car and casually got in. He. A friendly smile. As if theywere welcoming me as "one of them". The office was now an allgirlworkspace."Did anyone watch the tennis?" asked someone. "There was somerecordings of the old days when the ladies wore those frilly knickerslike Didi had on when she played." There were a few giggles. "And didyou see the ladies on their service game?" said someone else. "Some ofthem would select a spare ball and stick it in their knickers ready fora second serve if needed." "What about you, Didi?" asked. Her whole group of friends knew one of the guys in her group had a crush on her too, and while she was flirting with me she was also glancing and smiling at her friends, as if to let them know she was more interested in me than the guy in her group of friends. I'm an average looking guy, but I'm tall (about 6'1") and was on a sports team, so I was in great shape: above average six pack, not big arms but pretty defined, etc.). All in, I'd say I'm above average.Finally, I convinced her to come.