Zooming past the store I was supposed to be going to, I didn't stopuntil I was outside the mall, past all the parking lots, and waiting atthe bus stop... Inside I was frantically praying for a bus to arrive,for some way out of this to appear. Any bus. It didn't even matter ifit was a route I could use. I just needed to get out. In case he wasfollowing me, I realized. In case he was just behind me, and ready todeclare to all humanity that I was a filthy little faggot slut who'djust jerked. I was pretty sure she would be watching from upstairs on what I did, but that just made me hornier.After she left, I started rubbing my Meenu’s thigh slowly, to which she didn’t respond. I moved my hand up towards pussy, and tried to rub her pussy; she just parted her legs to give me more access, and this really surprised me (I did not expect such a bold move from her side). Since I got a green signal I started rubbing her on top of her dress. We did not look at each other, but simply sat there. The coldness was moving faster in and out from between her pussy lips.Suddenly Jenny felt herself being pushed back onto the bed. Suddenly she felt the cold hovering over her torso and between her legs. Then it happened, something rather large slipped slowly into her pussy. She realized her unseen lover was now penetrating her. It was unlike any other sexual experience she had ever had. She felt him begin to thrust inside her, yet there still was no one there. Her body was betraying what her. As the next few dayswent by I began to get a better sense of the work place. Bill, myimmediate supervisor was about 50, and an avid girl watcher and ingeneral, a pleasant but dirty old man. His common terms for the womenthat worked for him were baby, honey, and sweetness. None of the womenliked those terms, but never did anything about it; I also hated to becalled by those words, but I decided to let it go. I did have some guysthat I worked with that were very nice, and we worked together.