I was so nervous, not only was I was meeting someone for the frist time but I was also going to have sex for the frist time. I had never gone past kis...ing and this was alot more then that. I walked into Tim Horton’s and saw a guy sitting alone, now I had never seen a picture of Paul so I had no idea what he really look liked. But when I walked in and looked over to him he gave me a sexy smile and I knew it was him. I walked over and asked ‘Are you Paul?’ He said yes, I sat down and we talked. " Not unlike a certain floormate of mine. You got a thing for her, don't you?" Yeah. You know that, despite my bluster, I'm shy around girls. I'm as much of a virgin as she is, I've told you that. I've been trying to get the gumption up to ask her out for a month." And here I am, being offered a night with her, easy as you please. You must hate me right about now."Papa Bear looked up, surprised. "NO! I don't hate you, of course not. I just..." he trailed off."Don't worry about it." What do you. He kissed her neck, his tongue darting as he trailed slowly and purposefully down towards her collarbone. The feel of his slight stubble and the warmth of his mouth, gently sucking and biting her, was overpowering and she could feel herself getting hot, her hips grinding against his in response to his affection. His hands trailed down her back, as she tugged at his shirt, wanting him so badly yet enthralled by his dominance. He pushed her against the wall and she quivered as she felt his hands. A surprise, I say. But I have only one request of you - bring your wet panties with you. I wait. Five minutes. Ten. Fifteen. Then I look out the window and see you in the parking lot. Nobody else is here yet, and I go downstairs and let you in the building. I lead you in a hurried fashion upstairs. There is not much time before other staff arrive for work. I shepherd you into my office and lock the door behind us. I ask to see your wet panties. You retrieve them from a plastic grocery bag and.