I watched you walk over to my desk and swivel the chair to face me. You sat down, gripping my panties in one hand and with the other, tugging at the w...istband of your boxers and pulling them down.I don’t know how I kept myself from gasping when I saw it, daddy. How it bounced up as soon as you pulled the waistband over it. It was so big… and hard… and pointing straight up at your stomach.My feelings went from being all mixed up to… something else. As soon as I saw your cock-- daddy, is it OK if. "Hey, I'm talking to you." The anger in the voice is clear.A cop! Just what I need I think as I stop and face the still moving car. What's his problem?"Have you ever heard of jaywalking ma'am?" Ma'am?" Is this guy cracked I ask myself as I unsuccessfully try to stifle a giggle. Why isn't he shaved I wonder when I notice the two or three day stubble on his cheek. Standards are really going down!"You find something funny miss?"Fuck him I think. They have no right to hassle us just because we go. ” As she told me this I closed my eyes and tried to imagine her beautiful body. Then before I knew it I let out a silent moan. This turned out to be not that silent when she asked me. “What are you doing over there sir?” she asked in a sassy but playful tone. I laughed a little and said “The thing I do the best.” “And that might be?” she quickly asked. And I answered and stated in my low voice “touching myself.” There was a silence for a short time which broke when she asked. “What are you. He moved his face closer still looking into my eyes. “You are a beautiful woman.” He repeated. “You are a sexy girl.” He went on. I felt his adept hands undoing the buttons on the back of my dress. Within seconds I felt it loosen and he slowly eased it over my slender shoulders revealing my bra straps, and let the dress drop to my ankles. I almost instinctively raised my legs to step out of it. What was happening?!I stood there in white lace bra and knickers, still with my black thigh length.