My mouth went lower and lower, down her abdomen, down to her thighs, stroking every inch of her legs, feet, hips, moving my hands slowly and sensuousl... in, out, up, down, side to side, kneading, stroking, lightly teasing, probing, building, taking our time. My mouth and tongue reached her inner thighs, and I exhaled warmly onto her cunt. She began moaning softly, sighing my name, telling me how good it felt, and her hips and thighs started responding on their own, slowly shifting, rotating,. All possible initiative had now vanished. Only the turning of the handle of the bathroom door, unseen, from the other side, would signal the restart of the evening's events.He regretted his Pyrrhic victory; he craved action. Her coyness in prolonging the waiting in the bathroom was merciless. He had yet to learn the lesson of the bathroom as the female bastion. He drained the last of the champagne in his glass. He poured himself another, but decided he didn't want it. He stood up to pace, but. I know I shouldn’t, but I say. “Do you think of me when you’re not… watching?”“I think about you all the time.”This is forward, and dangerous. “And what do you think when you think about me?”There’s a pause. It lasts so long I wonder if he’s hung up, even though I know he hasn’t. “I think about touching you.”He sounds so nervous even though his answer is so innocuous. He might have said anything. I blush thinking about the times I’ve urged, “Cum in my mouth! Cum for me!” Perhaps it’s his. I stood off to the side to shield her from the rest of the crowd. The noise was very loud. Someone had turned on a radio. It was playing something by the Rolling Stones.Now she was inside the office and sitting on the edge of the desk. I wandered in after checking six. I stood close to her and know my cock was starting to show in my slacks. She looked up at me."I'd really like to see your place one afternoon. I'm only free on Wednesdays though. Barney bowls on Wednesdays." I'm always free on.