She was 5.6 ft tall, slim figure and fair complexion. She had assets to die for with great dressing sense. She used to wear dresses or tight jeans to ...he office which was a big turn on not only for me but a lot of other guys. We had started speaking as part of the same group but never spoken with each other a lot. But I could not resist looking at her which she noticed and used to smile. One fine day, I got an FB friend request from Neha to my surprise which I readily accepted. Instantly I got. Spurt after spurt streamed out of my dick, soaking me and my bed. Finally, I come back to reality."Mmmmmm,thank you Stevie." I hear Mrs. Thompson's voice from over my left shoulder, as she also returns from her orgasm. "I haven't gotten to use my strap-on in such a long time. You felt so good to fuck again Stevie." She begins to rise off me, and slowly she pulled her thick latex fuck rod out of my now gaping asshole. "Well Mrs. Thompson, it is my Pleasure." I say with a wink, knowing she's been. I expect him to remove my panties but he doesn't instead moving to my belly and thoroughly kissing it as he works open the buttons of my blouse. One hand snakes under me to lift me enough for him to open it wide. Understanding what he's trying to do I work my arms out and toss it onto the floor. He kisses between my breasts, along my collar bone and all over my neck. I feel warm and breathless, a different kind of haze settling in. I move my hands along his lean body. A true swimmer's body,. I watch as he pulls a robe from the closet, tosses it to me and says, ‘Pie.’ ‘Pie? Now?’ ‘Yep,’ then he is gone. His naked ass disappears through the door as he pulls his arm into the sleeves of his robe. I sigh, take another one of many deep breaths and climb out of bed, time forgotten for the moment. ‘Pie,’ I laugh and shake my head, joining him in the kitchen, my robe loose around my body. ‘Whip cream?’ I ask. ‘To obvious,’ he smiles. I pour two glasses of milk and we move outside. Morning.