She looked me in the eye and I knew she was turned on at the sight of my scantily clad body in the sexy underwear. She pushed me up against the wall...and kissed me hard on the mouth. I could feel her hands sliding slowly down the satin material, over my breasts and down to my waist. She pushed her body against mine as she moved the tiny black thong to one side so she could get right at my soaking wet pussy. As she rubbed two fingers over my swollen clit I gasped as a tingle of pleasure. So they just held them in place to show me the effect that they would have. I grinned and said, “Cool!” I thought, “Sexy!” Late on Monday afternoon, when I was just winding up at work and thinking about heading home, my phone rang. “Hi, Phil. It's me, Sarah.”“Hi, Sarah. What can I do for you?”“Phil, I would really like to come around and spend the evening, and the night, with you and Angie. But I don't want to have any sex because I am way too sore after the weekend. Is that too much to ask?”“I. I was at work. She invited him to dinner. Thursday. A week from this Thursday." But you've talked to him since then, right?" Yes. He called later, and that's when I talked to him." That cocksucker!... He wants to get back together with you." Freddie, I don't know that! He didn't say anything like that. He just called about, you know, about us seeing each other again. I think he was going to ask me out to dinner or something. And I've already told him that I'm seeing someone." And, by then, your. All she could do was nod. She could not swallow the lump that had formed in her throat. She hated the fact that the first words that wanted to escape from here lips were, "Can I touch you?" She kept silent. "I'm Dave," he announced and offered his hand.She shook it and smiled sweetly. He chuckled and pulled her close to him. "Are you cold? You're shivering," he asked.She shook her head. "I'm not cold."Dave rubbed Cheyenne's shoulder. "Would you like to eat here, or would you like to go.