" Oh!" Her surprise slipped out and I looked away, down the linetowards Sheffield and bollocked myself, internally, for overstepping.An elbow prodding...my arm brought me back from a hurried considerationof conversation changers to find Tammie had slipped off one of hershoes and was reaching for mine and snapping her fingers with mockimpatience.So we swapped shoes, complemented each other on the colour of ourtoenails (teal for me and royal blue for her) and a warm, comfortableglow spread through. She responded by burying her head down there, adding her hungry mouth to her fingers and shooting me over the moon with the hugest orgasm I'd ever had. I lay there afterwards, unsure what to say. We'd never expressed anything like to that to each other. I had to admit to feeling some sexual tension once in a while. But, FUCK it was amazing. We lay silently for so long I fell back asleep. I woke the next morning with my panties still on the floor, the only evidence it had actually happened.The. Your partner asks you if you are okay and you just say you have a tickle in your throat. You glance down at me and I smile and wink at you and you frown and glare down at me. Accidentally knocking over some papers, you bend down and growl at me to "stop it"! This of course only makes me want to torture you more... You start to stand up and your partner tells you to sit down, he wants to go over something and it will take some time so just relax. I sit up under your desk quietly and. Greg rarely drank so he had a fairly low alcohol tolerance. Kelly knew this and for fun got him drinking and kept filling his glass. She figured they'd have a few laughs and she would get the limo service to take them home later.There was laughing. Greg is a happy drunk so things were going great. He also is a horny drunk. Kelly that day had worn a pretty kilt type skirt and a white blouse to work. Other people would have noticed that it was a bit over the top for the office, but Greg.