I could feel the edge coming nearer. Finally, with one final slam of my pussy and tweak of my clit, I was flying high as a kite. Wave after wave of ...leasure rippled through my body. My pussy juice poured out of me and all over my hand and dripped down my legs, pooling on the floor around my feet. I collapsed to the floor, spent. But, still, I was not satisfied. I needed more. I needed the touch of a man to satisfy the primal lust deep inside.I cannot go back to Anthony’s room. I’ll end. A little surprised I twist around and see standing no more than 3 feet away from my left side this young early 30's, Spanish or North African brown tanned good looking guy talking to me. He is standing naked, not very tall with a naturally muscular body and well, pretty well endowed. It takes me a second to pull my thoughts together, when I finally realize he is asking if he could use some of my tanning lotion. A little embarrassed and yet strangely excited by our closeness, I try not to show. She made a fuss over drizzling the oil over my cock from some height and then gripping it and tracing each vein as she stroked it; Her hand inverted going up and over the top and right side up coming back down. She brought me to the edge several times with the sweet friction of her grip on my cock-head but refused to let me ejaculate. I was literally humping her hand before long. And I was moaning like a banshee, rapid shallow breathing, and almost pitiful moaning.When she was ready, she left. One of the girls in the office and i go outta town so i can dress up and party and she can get away from her husband for the weekend. We are talking about going out of town when he comes into the office to get his pay check. She says to me "you are dressing up this weekend right" before she sees him. I just laughed and said yeppers. He looked at me and asked "what do you mean dress up going to a fancy party?" I just laughed and said "well you might as well know that i used to be a drag queen.