“She’s here,” he whispered. “Least I assume that’s her. She’s been dropped off by a Chauffeur. Oh, nice car too.”“That’ll be her,”...squeaked Hattie. She caughed and took another swig of wine.“Oh God, Hattie, what should we do?” asked Dave with a tremor in his voice. “Should we hide and pretend not to be here?”Hattie shook her head. She put the wine down, smoothed out her dress and steadied herself. “I want this Dave. I think we should go through with it but if you have doubts I’ll send her. Then she leaned back, pulling me on top of her, and guided me inside her.It was not what I expected.It was better.For a day, my penis had protested at the confines of my clothing as Celeste had teased me. For an afternoon, I was ready to explode from the feel of Celeste's womanhood against my fingers. Suddenly I was free, and wrapped around me was a warm, moist vagina that was pulsing from the attentions I had had given it. And below me was Celeste, my beautiful Celeste.I moved as I remembered. A hotel room. Her discarded uniform on the floor… meaning she was naked in that bed. Which knickers were hanging on the bedpost? My mind caught on that insignificant detail. Of course it did. Fucking panty fetish.My cock throbbed for her. Caught in the familiar fantasy, my hand moved over the hard flesh in my pocket. Using the curve of my fingers to mask the movement, I pinched the sensitive tip of my cock with my thumb. It felt amazing."The yellow ones with the white spots." What?" I asked,. I was parked in the employee's parking lot next to her car when quitting time came. I saw Lori come out the front door and as soon as she came to the end of the sidewalk a car pulled up and she got in. As it pulled away from the curb I saw that the driver was Randy Combs. I got out of my car and put the roses on Lori's front seat and then I followed them. They drove to the Longhorn Steak House and went inside. I sat and waited until they came out and then I followed them to the Ashton.