Aside from fooling around with girls a few years earlier, I was your average University virgin, not getting any and very horny and frustrated because ...f it!After a couple of beers in the local Student Union Bar, I was heading back to my residence and I was feeling pretty horny. It was about midnight at this point and I knew that the computer room (yes, this was a long time ago before we had internet in our rooms!) would be dead quiet. I was right, and it was completely deserted. The. 'How will I know you?' she asked. 'leather jacket,jeans,helmet in the colours of the Welsh flag and a big,blue motorbike.How will I know you ?......'leather jacket,black skirt,high heels and a wet patch where my pussy is' Come the day it was up early,shower and on the road for a few hours ride.In no time I was at the alloted place and there she was,looking hot as fuck,I looked eagerly for that wet patch. 'Second left,down to the end then turn into the Ind Est' she said,as she took the helmet. She walked next to me and chatted away about non-essential issues and I listened and smiled. I thought, ‘Wow I do like her more then I realized.’ In our filing room on the other side, which was locked up, it was 5 minutes before her break. She was aware it and didn’t care. Anything to assist the company and maybe get an edge up on her ‘competition’, not that she really was competing against anyone, she was glad to help out with. ‘Why not have a regular clerical person do this, can’t they do it. Finally she covered them with the top of her suit.Brad sighed. It had been wonderful.Sissy had been sneaking looks at him as she changed. She saw the look on his face as she bared her nubile teen body to him. That look made her feel warm and fluttery in her stomach. She’d only had that kind of feeling once or twice before and both times had been when she was at a concert and the lead singer of her favorite band had looked at her while he sang. Brad hadn’t moved the entire time she’d been.