I went to her flat several afternoons one week after class where she had the living room set up like a studio. She picked me up that Saturday evening ...nd I spent the evening posing for her. It became evident over the time that she was interested in me and asked me this time to pose in more revealing positions. At the same time as we talked I became more relaxed with her and accepted her interest. She was in her thirties or early forties and I was a bit flattered having an older woman friend who. "Is there something wrong with my dress?!" Alarm sounded from her mouth. NO, I quickly interjected. Girl, you look great! Where did you get that dress? She smiled, now calm, but somewhat confused. "You were staring at me, like you could eat me! Avril is everything okay?" At that moment I must have lost my mine. Maybe it was because all of the blood in my brain had escaped to my nipples and was continuing to fill my already swollen clit. I grab the top of her dress were her cleavage was already. “Shit Martha, behave. It was a life time ago” I mumbled under my breath. We were children. But I must admit that the idea of coffee sounded like fun. I had just got out of the shower when the phone rang. I have an extension in the bedroom so I was sitting on the bed, wet and naked. “Hello” I said. “Hi Martha. This is Richard. I hope I didn’t catch you a bad time”. I was tempted to tell him I was wet and naked but decided not to. “No it’s fine Richard. Nice of you to call”. “Well I just wanted. His gaze meets mine for a millisecond before returning to the task at hand. My shoes click down the hall and I feel warm on the back of my neck, as if someone were pointing lasers at me. I reach the fax machine in the main office and I see Chris, the building technician opening the trays. He is a big burly guy with no indoor voice. ‘What’s going on Chris?’ I inquire, one hand on my hip. ‘I’M FIXIN IT HUN,’ he says in a patronizing tone coupled with a wink. I hope you fix your attitude while.