I felt her hands unbuckling my belt and dropping my pants where I stood. I had moved to her other breast, with both my hand and my mouth.Her reaction ...as to go inside my boxers and start to play with my hardening erection. I took my hand and, using my middle finger, entered her moistness. She’d groaned in reaction to my touch. We climbed up on the bed, me dispatching my boxers first.I took her legs rubbing them leisurely, and spread them apart, opening her lips with my tongue. She responded. I only have until midnight. The party was really jumping. The music was loud and the booze was flowing. It was time.Walking back into the house many complimented me on my makeup. Most were shocked when I told them I wasn’t wearing any. Then the sound of my voice reminded them of someone they used to know. I’m also sure I smelled pretty ripe. The costume they thought I was wearing was seen clearly now as the clothes of a dead man!Within moments the house grew quiet. The party ended as everyone. James and Marie spent pretty much the whole day talking; she admired how smart and funny James was and really enjoyed talking to the young man who made her laugh and feel sexy. She could feel his eyes on her chest and she loved it. She made sure to lean forward on her desk to give James a better view. James was no idiot; he could tell Marie was at least a little turned on by being the object of his desire. After they had lunch and talked some more it was time to go home.Marie seemed to have a. Perfectly manicured nails, form fitting dresses that hugged her petite Chinese frame, and salon styled hair. For me however, it was the heels that enthralled me. As we sat down to talk, I would always catch my eyes glancing at her cleavage, nestled between what I would later confirm to be C-cup breasts, and her heels. Despite having done interviews for internship positions at some well-known financial institutions over the summers, this informal meeting for a simple tutoring job would have to.