Dierdre was busy sucking her boss, but her hand slide up the stockinged leg of the woman next to her. It was so firm and hard. As she got to top of he... legs she slide her hand between her legs and could feel the wet thong the woman wore. Dierdre took her head off her bosses cock and looked into the eyes and of the woman and smiled.She had never had a woman touch her like that before. Touch her inner legs and her pussy like that. It was erotic and thrilling. She spread her legs as the young lady. * * * * * I met her about 1986, down on the Sunset Strip. At the time I was in my thirdyear of business school and we were out for Spring break. I was taking fulladvantage of my time off and spending my time out and about until the wee hoursof the morning. I was dressed in my usual get up, black jeans, black boots, black glovesand a long black riding coat. It wasn't just an affectation, as it is for most,and I wasn't some "hesher" or "goth" type. I was a biker. I was sitting in a small cafe. I was cuddled up to Dons back with one leg thrown over his hip. I was in that half waking state to when I felt a pair of hands spreading my ass cheeks. Then there was the delicious feeling of a tongue circling my asshole. I knew it was Jen back from her early morning run and looking for some fun. I arched my back to push into her tongue and she responded by spearing it deep in side. As she wiggled her tongue inside me my cock started to get hard, it was pressed right in along crack of Dons. Overpowering thrills rushed through her body. ‘Oh…Rick!’ she said, trying to protest even though her body didn’t want him to stop. ‘What if…oh!’ Rick’s hand insinuated under the waist of her jeans, slid down between her legs, and onto her sopping vagina. ‘Gaahh!’ she moaned. Her hips rocked up off the sofa in response to his searching touch. ‘Please! Please!’ Cool air swept over Dianna as Rick pushed her jeans down. Then he was kneeling between her legs, still sucking her nipples, driving her.