I walked towards her with a strut. I licked my lips and carefully stripped her to her bra and panties. She took me all naked and started walking away ...rom me. She bent over the printer. I wanted to rip her thong right off. I walked behind her and started to grip her ass. I took hold of supple boobs whilst she grinded down me. My cock was getting harder and I had the urge to just fuck her there and then but I had to tease her. I undid her bra, cupping those loosely hung babies, turning her. She was biting her lower lip, setting the small green stone there to dancing, her upper body quivering as she sought her release. She cried out, so loudly I heard it faintly through the glass and looked around to see if anyone else had.I was alone in the yard now, the other smokers having drifted back inside as the night grew cool, but strangely I felt quite warm. I turned back to the window, watching as she jerked and quiver through her orgasm, feeling a little let down that my show would be. The more she read, the more this catalogue began to resemble a big, thick soft porn mag. Still, Julia read on, only pausing to get another coffee and bringing the book with her. At the vending machine, Julia stopped to slip off her blouse and skirt, sitting at the table in her underwear, sipping more of the odd-flavoured coffee and staring at the women on the glossy pages. She turned a page: the Oriental woman was lighting a cigarette. Julia went to the table and retrieved the ashtray, lighter. I barely feel Jims mouth moving over mine but I can feel his hands gripping me firmly and a hard pressure on my upper back as it presses against his private bit. As I start to come down my sense floods me as quickly as it left, filling me with the need to be sick at what my body just did and how it reacted to these men, disgust at myself for letting it, how could I enjoy these men doing this to me, how could I beg Jim to kiss me? My parents would be so disgusted and disappointed in me I realise.