Her clothing decisions varied from not-quite-embarrassing to just off center; at the basketball game she looked like a frumpy overweight librarian, bu... for both the Nobel lecture and the CD party she chose clingy eye-catching blouses and knee-length skirts that practically forced you to take all of her curves in at once. Ray wanted to give her some advice, but he couldn't find any way that wouldn't be either condescending or insulting. Luckily he had picked his events well and hadn't run into. Rachel noticed a few eyes on her as well. She was sweating and her hair was up in a damp ponytail, but she still looked hot and enticing. She was wearing a workout tank top that showed off her lower stomach and also left her sports bra visible from the sides and back. And she had on a pair of spandex shorts which drew plenty of attention to her toned legs. She wiped at her brow and continued to scan the room as she walked through her cool-down. She’d been about to turn back to the treadmill’s. I soon began to get that familiar feeling of my impending orgasm. Sensing this, Mary picked up the pace and began panting “Cum for me baby. Cum in my wet pussy!” A few more thrusts and I began to feel my orgasm building deep within my body and then, with a force I can’t ever remember feeling before, I shot one, two and three jets of cum into Mary’s wet box. I held my dick in her pussy as deep as I could get it while wave after wave of orgasmic bliss flowed over me. As my orgasm began to. The rest of the way I walked in silence, tried to make up my mind. She had neither said 'yes' nor 'no'. Was that a good sign? Back in his room I sat down on the bed. “You alright?” David sat down next to me, his thigh brushing against mine. I just nodded, even though I felt like screaming. “Stop trying to fool me,” he whispered in my ear, pulled me in a tight embrace. “I'm sorry”, I murmured, rested my head on his shoulder. “I'm not good at these things. And I feel so utterly out of place.” I.