She came back into the room wrapped in a bath towel. Her hair was wet. I knew she had taken a shower, (brilliant of me, no ?) My penis raged and I kne... she was naked under the towel. I yearned to see her nakedness. She sat at her makeup desk and crossed her full legs and began to dry her hair. I envied the towel that held her full bosom. I kept hoping it would fall away revealing her big breasts, I wondered what her nipples looked like; were they small or large, were her areola big and. I carefully eased it off of her and held it up, it was the skimpiest thong I'd ever seen. I put the crotch to my nose and inhaled her smell. The smell of her musk was intense. My cock strained against my trousers, I pulled them down and my erection sprang free. I inhaled deeply smelling her scent thinking of the thong gently rubbing against her slit soaking up her smell. I put the thong down and gently cupped her bum cheeks, they were firm to the touch and warm in my hands. I parted them. On those occasions there always seemed to come a point when Jenny and I found ourselves slightly apart from our colleagues, heads bowed together as we chatted about this and that, an amused smile on her face as if she knew some big joke nobody had let me in on. This isolation wasn’t intentional on my part — not consciously, anyway — but I began to eagerly anticipate each new social evening. On days when I felt particularly fed up I would use the slightest excuse to arrange a work meeting with. . a PENIS! And even the briefest of touches informs you that it's an erect cock with a high degree of functionality.Suddenly, you're awash with realization and disgust. You'd spent an hour and a half back in the club dancing with a man. And just a few short moments ago, you'd been making out with the same guy in the back seat of a taxi. You feel duped, taken advantage of, and wonder if the cab driver, the bartender or anyone else you'd encountered over the past few hours had an inkling as to.