"Oh." You grinned and then leaned in to kiss again. We continued to kiss, with intensity building quickly. I reached my hand up and cupped my hand ar...und your right breast -- if fit perfectly into my hand and your skin was soft to the touch. I knew you were size 32B and smiled to myself. You noticed my smile and pulled back for a second, smiling as me too. We both looked down and noticed that the thin material that made up my dress pants was soaked with her wetness. "Oh," I said, mocking your. I moan out as I lay back on the desk, putting my hands on your head. Your tongue starting to move a little faster…fiercely flicking against my clit…my hips bucking now, pushing against your face. My breathing starting to get shorter as your tongue stops toying with my clit. I look down at you as you run your fingertips up and down my slit. I cry out…as you shove your hand deep and fast inside my tight pussy. Pulling your fingers out and trailing them to my mouth…where I lick my tasty. As I pulled into the bookstore parking lot, I saw it was empty. I let out a sigh, I figured I was stood up. I figured, what the hell, I'll give him a few more minutes. In another 6 or 7 minutes, a pickup truck pulled into the lot and parked about a hundred feet from me. A guy got out, and looking at me, started to walk toward me. I thought "shit, this is it", and got out and walked toward him, kinda sizing him up as we approached. He was about 5'10", average build, about the same age as me. He. "Higher", she told him. He returned to her upper chest and slowly oiled around each areola, still avoiding her erect nipples. With another nod from Miles, he started on each breast with both of his hands. Now he rubbed fingers over her nipple, back and forth letting each hands' fingers slip gently over the perky breast. "Ummmmm, that feels so good," she moaned. She was either so lost in pleasure that she forgot another man was touching her or was just going with it. Miles began working up each.