I put on my champange coloured silky bra, suspender belt and panties. As I finished my third glass of wine I then slid on my flesh stockings and silky...short yellow dress. As I then applied my make up i heard my sixteen year old son come in downstairs. He shouted up that he brought an old friend back but that he was going out again soon. I put on my high heels and went downstairs.Just then I had a phonecall from my so called date who was cancelling, so I told him never again. I was devasted and. "We have to get to class. I'm sure they'll understand and it's only a study hall, no big deal."I rose from my seat and followed her down the hall, up a flight of stairs and into another hallway. She turned towards me and pressed herself against me. Her breasts squished against my chest as I sensed her lips were on mine. It was innocent. I missed being intimate, even in such an uninvolved way and this did nothing to quell my longing. She didn't protest when I melted into her, my cock hardened. I guess when he saw me also he knew he was in the right room because he went into one of the toilet stalls. Melba and I chuckled and continued bathing, lathering, and playing with one another. The guy seemed to stay in the toilet stall longer than necessary to conduct his business and leave. Melba said, “What could he be doing in there all this time unless he’s constipated or jacking off?” We both laughed at that and continued our shower. When we finished showering and had toweled ourselves dry. “Nice,” she said.“I’d like you to be my accountant.”Her eyes remaining on the check, she asked, “Do you remember my terms?”“Vaguely.”“Meaning you vaguely remember?”“I remember what you said.”She looked at him and smiled. “You need me to spell it out?”“Yes.”“Do you have time?”“Do you have time?”She closed a file on her desk. “Let me check with the boss.”Joanne said she had time.“Lunch?” Sally asked him.“Is that what you want?” he returned. “Lunch?”She blushed. He’d said it in Joanne’s office..