Any-way, my r****t is a young lady who works in the guidance office; she’s my age, quiet, sweet looking, and she has one maddening quirk – we’re...the same height shoeless, but she wears platforms. (I spent some time as a cadet in a paramili-tary search-and-rescue unit as a teenager, so I habitually wear black low-quarter shoes). I hate platforms) We’ve never really done anything together; she’s not a bit like what myself and my buddies find, feel, fuck and forget on the singles bar scene we. Her skirt was next. I could not help but admire her shapely back side as she bent to remove the skirt. She was wearing a thong that matched her bra. She looked positively edible. She noticed my growing cock and she licked her lips. "You like?" she asked as she struck a sexy pose. "Don't stop," I commanded. Her eyes flared, but she reached back to undo her bra. I have always been hopelessly enthralled with breasts. Size does not matter as much to me as shape and fit. Her D cups looked larger. Would you be a gentleman and when I rise up from this seat, take my panties off? She rose up and I reached between her legs, hooked two fingers through the crotch of her panties and tugged them down and off. Good, now I can get at that naughty kitten. Her left hand moved to my cock, her right between her legs and she said this is one of the best feelings in the world, working my pussy, and stroking a strange man's hard cock at a public place. Soon she slammed her back against the rear of her. He lightly covered her mouth with the palm of his hand. She playfully pulled his hand partially from her mouth, “My husband loves watching men fuck his wife!” She started to giggle the laugh, “You should see the look on your face, and it’s priceless! I love you!”“Will, you serious up and pick out a wedding ring set?”“Wow, that sure was a short engagement and wedding, when’s the honeymoon?”“We’re going on it to Ottawa!” he grinned.“May I help you?” a pretty looking woman asked approaching.