What time…, wait it’s fucking Saturday. Saturday! I’m so messed up, what when wrong?” The fleshly and over-sexed 23 year old whispered in her ...ead. A faint and feeble flavor of crotch and cum stuck in her throat like the seasoning of a Christmas goose. The taste vivid on her dry lips, the memory muted by the rounds of rum. Tricia Saratopia, an attractive and confident deli clerk from Hampton, New Hampshire stirred about, shifting uneasily in her bed slowly, almost slow motion, touching her. I expected to be admonished, perhaps to be slapped or even reported to the steward; there was little doubt about the lust in my detailed examination of this woman.She smiled slightly. It was not an angry smile for such smiles do exist. It was not an embarrassed smile for women of such beauty are accustomed to being admired and wanted. Her smile was knowing, it was subtle, not broad nor friendly nor inviting. I smiled back trying to convey an apology for my poor manners and communicate my. I confirmed with her if everything was in order and she said yes.Sat being a half day i thought to see the same at 11 am, as about 3 pm i had to go to drop my wife to the airport as she was going to Delhi for a day.At 1130 she started the computer and after about half hour i found a mistake in some figure. It continued and again there was a mistake with which the whole sales plan was projected wrongly, and i lost my temper on her and fired her, and she started sobbing. I kept quiet and after 10. It was absolutely unintentional but I noticed that I was sitting in her favorite position. I do not know if she noticed as well. Part of her upper thigh and butt was very lightly touching mine making me feel warm. She saw the tiny drops of sweat on my forehead and reached to wipe them with her bare hand. Still the barriers were tremendous but luckily they all came down with the equally absurd ease. It was a very hot afternoon and I came home earlier, unable to take the heat of the sun. After a.