It was a perfect dress for clubbing, intended for women who were not yet married, or were married and wanted to rekindle that marital spark. Or, I sup...ose, even that extra-marital spark? Taking a proffered seat on the couch in the man’s office, I daintily crossed my legs, and tried to pointlessly tug the hem of the dress lower. I wasn’t wearing any panties, so I wouldn’t display any panty-lines. “Suzi…” Steven began. “Do you really know this creep?” I nodded. “Yes, from a feature I had to. Now this stranger was rubbing my pussy and I didnt want him to stop. My heart raced and my mind was spinning but the shear lust of the moment was too much I gave in. I stood up walked to the door and locked it. In a flash of lightning I saw his shirt was open and I was right very nicely built. I took his hand and led hi threw the salon to my office. Kissing and groping the whole way. He lifted my skirt over my hips as I undid his belt then sipper the slid his pants down. There I was in my. As he gained control over his orgasm, he started to thrust in harder and harder until he was soon thrusting into me hard and fast. The slow build up was mind blowing. No one had ever done that to me before and having to be patient was very erotic. He then started to thrust so hard that I had to push myself back away from the counter to keep from being rammed into it over and over. “Why?” he grunted. Before I could answer he put both hands on my shoulders and started to pound me from behind.. Mr Barrs looked over at his wife as if checking and she nodding her head yes, Mr Barrs turned back to me with a smile offering the class a yes and with that we all tapped our easels in our appreciation of Mrs Barrs excepting to model for the class. As the class began to settle back down and those of us that received an A or B pulled out their canvas and paints getting to work on our monthly test. Most of the students were painting it was just a couple that needed more time as the boys were.