I thrust strongly up and into her as she folded the said leg around my hip into the Ballet Dancer’s position. She was tight, in fact, tighter than u...ual due to the angle at which I was entering her. She accepted my deep thrusting, holding onto my shoulder for dear life. While there was no foreplay in the form of kissing, she was drenched in seconds and I could feel the effects of her tight pussy around me.I withdrew from her; I wanted something else and groaned, “Outside!” I wanted to do her. I turned around to look at him, and just as I did, he leaned in and kissed me.It was the best experience of my life. Our lips connected, and sparks flew. We disconnected after what seemed like an eternity, and he whispered in my ear “let’s go get coffee”. I was eager to go anywhere with this man. I gathered my things, and we walked out together. We walked into this small coffee shop on a street corner, grabbed a table, and started talking. Now, conversation seemed to flow. That deep voice of. Her body was trim, but not skinny, which suited him just fine. In his opinion, most women these days were too thin. He liked the gentle, rounded curves that adorned her form, and for someone her size, she had a damn fine rack. “So…what’s keeping you here this late?” he asked; silence broken. “My boss, in his infinite wisdom, thinks that I like being tortured,” she answered. “Huh?” he inquired. “Well…he thinks I’m the perfect person to work on Mr. God Damn Asshole Rockman’s file, and let me. This was a Goddess who was paying me no heed. She sat down and began her session. Beginning with the curve of her breasts, encased as they were in the satiny smooth brassiere, she gently caressed and kneaded the flesh.  Slowly, her right hand moved downward across her stomach and rested on the warmth of her sex. Her left hand continued caressing her body while the right began a slow, circular motion… I was unable to control my arousal as my cock began to harden beneath my robe. I couldn’t take.