He gently slipped his fingers in-between my lips and teased my protruding clit, allowing my juices to lubricate his motions. I was writhing with heat ...nd pumping into him, wanting him to go faster.His kisses were harder and ravishing. He spoke thorough crushed lips to me, "You keep this up baby, ummm, I won't be able to hold myself, fuck... god your wet!"He fingered me deep and I was to the point of begging him to bed me when his cell phone rang. He eased up a bit, but not enough to leave me. He was quite a bit older than I, but he was intriguing. He was a biker which always turned me on. I tried every excuse I could think of, and all he had to say was "when you think of something good, you let me know." I remember the morning he slid his hands down the front of my sweater while we were in my cubicle, and the next employee due in for work was going to be there and soon. I could feel my nipples harden against his calloused hands, and I could feel myself getting very warm between my. ” She kissed him again. “You can fuck me anytime you like,” she told him. “Any time you need a fuck I am here for you.” “You shouldn’t say that. I’ll never be away from the place.” She laughed. “I’ll give you a key if you want.” Tom didn’t know what to say as he rolled off her. Carla reached down for his cock. It was still semi-erect. Jo’s went fully limp almost immediately. She leant over him and took him into her mouth. She could taste her own juices on him as she sucked him; she could. Her entire body was sweating, her white shirt was becoming transparent with moisture, her legs were dripping wet, and she was almost certain everybody around her could smell the musky smell she was giving off.Now that she was seated, however, she heaved a sigh of relief and slumped onto the hard plastic desk-chair. No more seatbelts, no more road vibrations, no more wind. She shrugged the wide neck of her top over one of her shoulders to cool off some more and set about trying to listen. She.