I slipped my fingers down to the edge of my shorts and in between my legs. I took in a deep breath and forcfully exhaled. I closed my eyes as I pushed...my French-manicured fingertips in past the edge of my shorts. My panties were moist. My nipples hardened as I slipped my fingers into a private place. I pulled my hand out and gently massaged my left breast. I jumped when I heard Tim’s voice call out. Tim was a coworker in the office, a mid-level manager that I knew, but didn’t really know. He. I came out from my room and saw she was still changing. I thought she might need a tea after the wet ride so I went to the kitchen to make tea. As I was half way down to make tea she came to the kitchen and asked me what am I doing? I gave a cup of tea to her and said to her you might need it. She smiled and takes the tea and said “thanks for that, I really wanted to have a tea.” Then we went to the living area and had our tea there. It was still raining out. She said that she will make dinner. I lower her onto the desk, admiring the sight of her near naked body, a thing of sheer beauty as she parts her thighs that bit more. My hands grasp the intricate lace of her stocking tops, holding her thighs apart as I sink deep again. She moans loudly. Consumed with lust I canter deep, strong, powerful strokes that suck the air from her lungs leaving her breathless, yet yearning and craving more. Her pussy clenches and pulsates, suckling and pulling me deeper as she pushes her hips back in. Or yeh bhi dekha ki sabun vaha or sampoo vaha rakhe hai. Maine usse sabun di to ussne mera hath upar se pakd liya or mujh pe pani dal diya maine yeh kya kar rahi ho or sabun de ke vaha se jaldi se hath gaya. Fir 2 min ke baad avaj lagai ki anuj sorry yaar lekin mai sampoo bhi bhul gayi vo bhi de do na. Uske yeh bolte hi mai samjh gaya ki kya chal raha hai or maine pucha ki sampoo kaha hai usne kaha ki vahi cuboard me mai vah room me gaya or dekha to sampoo nahi mila lekin uske niche vale box me.