’ ‘OK,’ she says. ‘That’ll do. So, Jeff, where are you from?’ ‘St. Louis,’ I reply. ‘And you?’ ‘Montevideo.’ ‘Montevideo… ...hat’s… uhhh… Brazil? No, wait… it’s… Paraguay?’ ‘Close. It’s Uruguay.’ ‘Wow, you’re a long ways from home. How’d you end up here?’ I ask as we pull into the parking lot. ‘My ex-husband was in the Air Force,’ she replies. ‘We got divorced about three months ago, and I’m trying to make ends meet.’ I find a parking spot away from the main building, and well away from any other. He’ll have to tell me to stop before I do.Of course he does, and it doesn’t take long. After his body has squeezed itself dry, I look to his eyes. He gasps and chokes as he looks for his breath, but he keeps his eyes on mine. “That was… extraordinary.”“I know,” I tell him. My words are dubiously coherent, since I’m speaking while smiling as devilishly as possible with a mouthful of cum. A little of the warm liquid escapes and runs down my chin. Just a little, though.He motions to Ash with. I was finished and really felt so tired. The black guy then said I looked like I could take a massage while I finished. Before I could answer, he stood behind me while I was still sitting at my desk.Then he started to massage my shoulders and neck. It really felt good. I started to relax a bit, but then I felt him caress my arms…I started to enjoy it; especially since I had been attracted to that young black guy since he started to work there six months before. He was in his early thirties; he. ’When I get in there, she is gingerly holding a rubber dildo in her gloved hand.‘Can you believe it? First, who fucks themselves in a public shower and second, how do you forget something like this? Whoever it is I don’t imagine they will be coming in to claim it back!’We have a good laugh and dispose of it in the waste bin.Once we are happy we head back to the office. I put on some music.‘Hey, Andy. I’m bored. Let’s do something.’‘Like what?’‘I bet you I can push more weight with my legs.