It seems we should start with a little kissing. We kissed earlier at the Gorge. I kind of' thought we had something there, but we been sitting here....." while I was delivering this little speech, she moved in on me and we began kissing. Kissing that involved a lot of tongue and roaming hands. Our hands began to be more daring, touching more personal places. Both hers and mine. This was mutual. In effect she, by copying my moves, was consenting to what I was doing. Then when I unbuttoned. From your conversations with her she's a kind woman with a lot on her plate. She is constantly managing complaints and never seems to get a break. She wears business casual dress and has beautiful blonde hair with a mesmerizing faceVictoria -23- a fellow intern. You are not entirely sure how she got an internship here. She is always slacking off, worrying more about her make up and nails then the work itself. Despite her poor work you can't deny she's attractive; with long blonde hair and great. As you look at the food on the tray and choose some of the dishes, we begin to chat. It is very easy chatting to you, and as the t-shirt falls away you seem very at ease with yourself. You ask me to join you, which I eagerly accept, and sit on the chair next to yours. We talk about the UK, our favourite places, partners, wanting to get away; all the usual stuff by which time we have finished our meal. You ask me to stay, but I say that I have to get back to the bridge, to which you reply,. She just smiled, as her fingers couldn't leave my rectum, and pressed on my prostate again and again. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever had.As the orgasm subsided, she pulled her fingers from inside me with some effort and a little pain for me, and licked my cum off the sheets. I laid on the bed tired from the orgasm, but incredibly my prick was still almost completely hard from all the arousal. She laid by my side, asking:"So, did you like it?" Of course! It was nothing like I thought.