.." "Ssh," she whispered as she took my face in her hands. Fran brought her face to mine and we kissed again. Her soft lips touched mine and we began ...oving our faces in a slow synchronous rhythm. Her lips parted at almost the same time as mine and our tongues touched for the first time and began a dance of mutual pleasure. She rested her hand on my stomach and our temperatures continued to rise. Her lips were hot and soft. Her tongue was wet and slippery. Her fingernails danced on my skin as. The visitors who were curious anyway, sensed that something was about to happen."Now, take it off." Jenny turned white. They were in the elevator on a Friday night on the first floor. It was common for people to work later than this building. She could see the crowd outside through her reflection on the glass; and knew there might be people she knew from her own office or others in the building who might know her."Please Sam! There are other people in the building and there are all those. Joan was in the car park after college. I walked over to her car and jumped in the passenger seat. She must have been working late as she was still in her work clothes. A tight shirt and business pants. Of course these were tight on her. She seems to like wearing her clothes like this. I'm not complaining :-)As we were driving along and chatting, I kept staring at her boobs, large thighs and hips. Her shirt had risen a bit and some flesh on her hips was visible. I could also see a bit of her. Believe me, it was a welcomed message to learn that my love had found her way to me, and I questioned how she had arrived, and what was she doing there at that exact moment when I needed her? At that moment, I had no idea, and didn’t care, all I knew was I needed to see her, and have her in my arms. I abandoned the idea of going back home, and called the number, and her southern sultry voice answered: ‘Hi babe.’ ‘Hello Love.’ I responded. I sink into her voice as I step out into the street,.