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My Performance Evaluation

The new job was going well enough. Despite my reservations of being the 'new girl' in the office I took the job knowing I needed to get out of the house and 'do something'. Getting acclimated to the new surroundings was easy enough. Two Doctors and six staff splitting the five and a half day workweek into manageable pieces. That type of scheduling let some of us work full time and a few part time to accommodate our interests.
As the newbie I had a part time schedule working 4 afternoons a week. Despite working with a bunch of ladies the two hardest things to get used to were the tight spaces in parts of the office and the office garb. Smocks were smocks and no matter what color, print or style still looked funky but the pants were another story. There were two types, the dress style pleats, pockets and all and the more form fitting terry looking pants. I had chosen the latter and had been more than annoyed as to the fit. Bikini panties showed some magnificent lines and different cuts made little difference just moving the contours to a different area. After a week or two of experimenting, with no success, I asked another girl how she dealt with it.
"Just wear a thong," Julie said. "No lines then. Well up near the top but then the pants waistband hides it anyway."
An idea for sure but I didn't like wearing thongs. Especially if I was moving around a lot. On the beach was fine or in the bedroom when I knew it was just a matter of time. She did look good though, petite little blonde, bubble butt and what I determined to be a nice set of 'c' cups. Still on a sunny day, when she walked thru the afternoon rays coming thru the window I saw more than a few patients stare at her behind. Wondering what they saw I endeavored to do the same at those times of day and angles they were at. After a day or two I realized sometimes, with the sun just right, it appeared you could see through her pants and not see the little thong on the other side. They were thinking she was not wearing panties at all. More than one male patient was sporting a bit of a tent before their visit was over. When I asked her about it she said she knew she was getting some looks but she was having a little fun, the patients enjoyed it and the doctors had even mentioned how good she looked on a number of occasions.
"You might even get invited to accompany one of them to a meeting. I've gone with Bob to a number of them to take notes, chat with other office staff about procedures, billing, you know. It doesn't hurt to bring a swimsuit along too. If you don't need to be in a meeting there is the pool."
Her point made she went off to complete her task leaving me to ponder how to deal with the pants.

Later that night, after pulling out the two white thongs in my drawer and reconfirming my lack of desire to wear them, I called hubby, who was off on a business trip of his own.
"Don't wear em then," he said.
"I know but then I'm back to panty lines and such."
"No, I mean don't wear any. Don't wear any panties. You said 'It looks' like she's not wearing any but she is. You'll look like you're not because you're not."
"Hmm. Point taken but I'm not a blonde either."
"I won't complain if you shave more often, or wax," he offered.
"Guess I'll think about it, I said.
And I thought about it till I hung up the phone. Then I pulled out the razor to tidy things up a bit for the next day.
The next day I did notice a few more glances, I encountered the doctors more often while I was trying to negotiate the tighter places in the office and more furtive glances as I bent over to retrieve something from a lower cabinet. Additionally, my day seemed to go faster although not wearing panties did stimulate me to the point where I was washing my pants every night and changing the batteries in my vibrator more often.
So now, three months later, I'm due for my first performance evaluation.

The problem with having the evaluation over dinner and drinks on a Friday evening is finding a parking space. Walking to the restaurant from a block and a half away in my dress and heels took about five minutes. Five more minutes than I had planned so I was a little late.
"Sorry Dr. Wallace, parking problem," I offered, as I was lead over to the table by the young and handsome waiter.
"Not a problem Joanne. Call me Bob by the way, save the doctor part for the office. Finding a spot out front isn't easy on a Friday evening when the colleges are in session. Was thinking you might have stepped into the wrong establishment and cajoled into staying."
He made the last part of that statement as he looked over my outfit. I had worn my short, tight black dress that hubby has always said looked like the one Jamie Lee Curtis wore in the movie True Lies. I couldn't help but think she filled the top out way better but he wasn't looking at the top.
"Some of those college boys are barely twenty one," I smiled. "Not even sure how they're managing to buy drinks in there." I had thought a few were too young to be out drinking and a few were too young to be ogling a woman of my, let's say, vintage.
"You never used a fake id in school?' he asked.
"No comment."
About then the waiter came back over. Bob stood as I sat and the waiter performed the perfunctory napkin placement on my lap. I'm sure he enjoyed the fact that my skirt rode up to just above mid-thigh and I'd like to have believed bob stood to be courteous and not to avail himself of the same view.
"I'll have a merlot", I said. Noticing he had already ordered himself a drink.
"Hmm, don't wear that dress to work Joanne, Jim and I would never be able to get anything done," he said, verifying my suspicions.
"Doesn't quite go with the rest of the office uniform. I do take it on vacation though, along with a few other outfits I have."
"Would like to see those as well, "he smiled.
"I suspect a few more evaluations will need to be performed then if you're to see my complete wardrobe."
Throughout dinner there was the same light banter back and forth, both of us discussing the job, office, kids and home life. Nothing dwelled upon but everything touched on. Some comments about how we looked, how we kept in shape, cologne/perfume worn. When I did get up during dinner, to use the ladies room, I noticed him looking at my backside when glancing in the mirror. As a matter of fact, he wasn't the only one as I saw two guys at the bar and our waiter looking also.
Returning to the table, we progressed to discussing the real reason we were there.
"Joanne, I (we) are pleased with your progress at the office. Everyone seems to enjoy working with you and you've managed to learn the procedures and skills even to the point of proposing some changes that have worked out to our advantage. Your ability to take concise notes has been helpful to the point we'd like to have you along to a conference in the future. "
When all the plusses and minuses were totaled I was pleased with the results. A nice raise, possibility of some travel in the future and a nice dinner date too. All that out of the way we finished dinner and ordered dessert and another drink.
"Would hubby mind you going off to a conference at times? Usually you'll have plenty of notice."
"No. He'll probably be alright with it but will ask him anyway. Can't see a problem though."
Dessert arrived as I contemplated telling hank about the possibility of accompanying one of the doctors to a conference. While some destinations sounded pretty boring there were a few they went to that were pretty exotic. Some of the staff that did accompany them had pretty nice tans. I made a mental note to go to the tanning salon a bit more often.
"You seem to be attracting a bit of an audience," bob remarked, while nodding to his right.
Glancing towards the bar I had noticed a few more guys there and most were sitting so they, more or less, faced our way. Noticing the furtive glances of some while a few just stared I smiled.
"Guys are just too easy. Put on a skirt; show a little leg, stockings and heels. All sorts of attention."
I glanced down and noticed my skirt had ridden up a bit. The tops of my thigh highs were showing and the left one was actually showing a garter snap. I was sure bob hadn't seen the display but was very sure the bar patrons didn't have the same disadvantage. Most were slightly younger than me but there were also a few college aged guys. They were the ones just staring. After a few drinks I didn't think long about moving a bit more in my seat to show a bit more thigh and part my legs just a bit more.
"Hmm. Easy maybe but I think you ladies have us figured out."
"All part of good note taking and then comparing. We could put out a 'Cliff Notes' on you guys though," referring to the publication that summarized novels so college students could spend more time partying.
As I said that I turned slightly in my chair and crossed my left leg over the right. Now my left thigh was just about table height with the stocking top completely on display. In addition, one of the garters was showing a good three inches as it rounded my upper thigh on the way to the stocking top. A little more shifting was going on around the bar as my movements were noticed. As more of the paler skin above the stockings was showing I'm sure some were wondering what kind of panties I was wearing. I smiled as I thought all guesses would be wrong. More than one guy at the bar was surreptitiously adjusting their pants while they looked.
"I think it's time to go," I remarked. "Natives are getting restless I think."
Without removing his gaze from me he agreed.
"Let me get the check and we'll be off."
As he called for the waiter I said ladies room and stood up.
A few more heads turned as I started walking back to the room. Glancing into the mirror on the way I instantly blushed noticing that both stocking tops were showing and the dress had ridden up to just below by butt. Wasn't sure if the place had gotten quieter on its own or because so much blood was running through my ears. As I got closer to the back I noticed something shiny on the floor. An earring had been dropped and I bent over to retrieve it. Like so many times before I immediately realized what was happening. Now I knew the room was quieter and the whispered 'Fuuuuuck' from behind me told me my pussy was on display. Placing the earring on a nearby empty table I continued to the ladies room. Once firmly ensconced in a stall I pulled the skirt up over my butt and proceeded to take care of things. Finishing up I noticed the lips were a bit puffy and ran a finger down and between them. As I had thought, I had been getting wet this evening, as usual, and was pretty well lubricated.
Leaving the washroom I retrieved the earring and walked over to the bar. Conversation had started again but as I approached it died down. I slid between an older gentleman who got a good look at my firm behind and stocking tops and a young college guy who tried to look down my front.

"Found this back by the ladies room, "I told the bartender.
"Yeah, we know ,"was all he could muster.
I smiled, and then looked at college guy. As I leaned over to whisper to him I purposely pushed back against the older guy behind me.
"I'm not wearing a bra either," I breathed, correctly surmising he was the one who noticed my lack of bottoms. As I gave him a little peck on the cheek I could tell he was seeing some boob but no nipple. Smiling I walked back over to bob and headed out the door.
"That was some display in there," he said. "A bit cheeky I might add."
"Hmm. Maybe a bit more than I wanted to," I smiled. "Now you know something about us girls, have to stop and investigate anything shiny and valuable."
"I'll have to remember that. What did you say to the young guy?"
"Ahh, you'd have to ask him. I assumed he was the one who made a comment when I bent over?"
"Right on that count, although I'm sure we were all thinking the same thing."
As we walked towards where my car was parked we passed in front of a bar where a dj was playing. It was a younger crowd but bob stopped and looked in.
"You need to get home just yet?"
"No. No one waiting at home." Hank was on a trip. Nothing planned tomorrow morning. Hard nipples and wet pussy.
"One more maybe?" he asked. A dance or two also."
"Sure," I demurred; thinking a little more flirting would make the post 'date' activity go a bit faster.
Entering the bar I noticed the music wasn't too loud. We quickly found a small table up against a cushioned wall which doubled as a bench seat so that we could sit side by side and watch the room and conversely the room watch us. After ordering our drinks we headed to the dance floor. Two fast tunes later we were sipping our drinks back at the table. Bob was sitting a bit closer now, in fact our hips were touching. Looking down I believed he could probably see a bit of breast although I didn't think he could see nipple (bare nipple anyway). They were hard and forming little tents in the top of my dress. My dress had ridden up again and my nylon tops were showing along with the garters. A little shifting on my part and that shaved pussy he saw from afar would be on display 'up close and personal'.
Finishing his drink just as a slower tune started he got up to dance again. This time we danced closer and I could feel his penis hard in his pants.

"Having a problem bob?"
"Problem. No. Reaction. Yes. You make it a habit of going out without underwear?"
"No. Some outfits aren't suited for it," and I added, "some uniforms." Ooops I said it now I'd see how things really were at the office. Didn't take long to notice his hard on get significantly more intense. As I thought as a ground into him a bit more.
"You don't have a problem with that, do you?" I pouted.
"No. No. Just wondering is all. No panties at work either huh?"
"No. Don't like lines and can't stand thongs although I do have a few thong bikinis."
Another grind into him. This time he reciprocated.
"Seems you like the idea of no panties though."
"I'm a guy. What's' not to like?"
"Good cause I don't plan on changing, "I smiled.
When the music stopped we walked back to the table. Despite the fact that I had already had three glasses of wine (I think) I noticed bob was having a slightly more difficult time making it back to the table. As he settled into his seat I leaned over the table giving him a bit of a view down my dress.
"I think maybe you've had enough this evening Bob. "
"No. I'm ok. Just need a bit of a breather from all that dancing."
I sat back down next to him as our waiter came to the table with another round of drinks.
"I don't remember ordering another round, "I told the waitress.
"You didn't, he did," she said, pointing to a young man sitting at the bar. The same one who happened to be watching me at the restaurant an hour ago. I smiled and waved slightly while he raised his glass.
"I need to go over and thank him for the drinks. I'll be right back."
Rising from the table I consciously neglected to adjust my dress, letting it stay where it had settled, just above my stocking tops. The bar was filling slowly so I didn't think many would notice but the young man's eyes bid not leave me as I swayed up to him.
"Hi. Thank you for the drinks. I think my friend is approaching his limit though."
"Hmm. Too bad. Was hoping for a dance or two before you left. You're very stunning this evening I'll add if I may be so bold."
"Thank you again. I suppose one dance can't hurt. I'm Joanne by the way," holding my hand out to him.
"Paul, "he replied, taking my hand and holding it for a moment. "Shall we ask your date?"
"Sure, let's go."
Paul let me lead the way over to the table. I wasn't sure whether it was to be polite or to watch me from behind but in either case I didn't care. A few times I had to stop or slow to get around a bar patron. After stopping abruptly the first time, with Paul bumping into me, he rested his right hand on my hip for the remainder of the trip across the room. Making it back to the table I noticed bob was about halfway thru the drink Paul had bought.
"Bob this is Paul he bought our last round of drinks. I hope you don't mind he's requested a dance with me. Will that be alright?"
"Sure. I do think you were right though. I will need to call it an evening soon."
"Thanks just one. Then we can leave."
Paul nodded to bob as we strode to the dance floor. A pretty lively tune started playing and we joined the rest gyrating across the dance floor. As the movements became more exaggerated I noticed he'd developed a prominent bulge in his slacks too. Glancing down I verified that I hadn't let anything escape the top of my dress but I could see the tops of my stockings with the garter clips still attached. It felt that the bottom of the skirt was just barely covering my bottom as I wiggled across the floor. More than a few times I was bumped into by guys and girls alike and a few of those times could feel hands on my behind. The little exhibitionism along with the bumping and groping was making me feel awfully wet. Glancing over to bob I noticed he was finishing his drink and another was delivered. Damn, I thought, he's going to have to go home soon. As the song was ending, Paul noticed me looking over to the table.
"How's he doing?"
"I think it's time for him to go home. Just not sure how this is going to work though. We came in separate cars."
"I could help I suppose, for another dance."
Hmm. I thought. He'd already ordered another drink and I was going to need a bit of help. I didn't think it would be helpful to call a co-worker and I had no one at home.
"Ok. Keep an eye on him though. Can't have him order another."
Paul walked over to the waitress said something to her. Coming back he said he'd told her no more for bob and she'd agreed. She seemed relieved when Paul told her we'd be taking him home soon. As a slower song came on we moved a bit closer and started dancing.
"Hmm. I like the mix of music they play here, "I offered.
"I do too," Paul added pulling me into him.
Laughing I held on as we moved across the floor. Still quite a few dancers on the floor although not as many as the fast dances. He seemed to enjoy dancing close bumping into me often enough to telegraph his excited state to me. Returning the favor a few times didn't quell his enthusiasm but seemed to embolden him. Moving closer, he slid his hands down to my behind.
"No panties?"
"You know the answer to that. You were at the restaurant."
"Seemed so but I was a distance away. Can't be sure."
We were moving to a darker corner of the floor where most couples were involved in intense conversations and not too intently watching the dancers.
"I guess you'll have to find out for yourself," I challenged.
Paul wasted no time sliding his right hand across my hip to my stomach. Slowing our dancing a bit he slid his hand downward to the hem of my dress. Finding it he moved forward pressing his fingers to my inner thighs.
"Pretty warm down there," he observed.
Slowly sliding his fingers up my inner thigh he found my 'wetness' before he touched my pussy.
"Nice, shaved too. I thought so."
Running his finger over my swollen lips he let one slide into my wet slit. Wiggling his finger back and forth massaging the wet softness of my outer lips and occasionally dragging it forward to my clit he started sending little shockwaves out making it more difficult to dance.
"You're making it difficult to dance," I said.
Smiling he plunged two fingers into my pussy, wiggling and rubbing, playing with my g-spot and bringing the dancing to a veritable halt. Slowly he let them explore as I became flushed and my pussy drooled over their new found toys. Becoming lost in the moment, the gap between us widened a bit and any pretense of secrecy was slowly dissolving away. Now anyone near us could see my stocking tops and Paul's hand planted at their confluence, two fingers disappearing between my swollen lips.
"You're awfully wet. Are you always this way?"
"When I'm aroused I am. Doesn't help I haven't had some in awhile," I whispered.
Putting my hand on the front of his pants I easily found his hard on and slowly massaged it.
"Hmm. This because of me?" I asked, wrapping my fingers lightly around the covered shaft and rubbing up and down.
"Been like that all night. Since I saw you at the restaurant."
As the music ended he brought his fingers up to his lips and sucked on both.
"Taste good too," he smiled.
Walking back to the table I realized Bob was definitely ready to go. Looking up to me as I walked up I could see his eyes were a bit glazed. Stopping at the table, Paul walked up right behind me bumping his covered cock into my butt.
"Time to go Bob," I said, holding my hand out to him. Taking it he slowly rose from the seat and took the two steps over to me. No pretense of propriety now he slung his arm around my waist and pulled me close. Walking hip to hip we traversed the bar the hand at my waist slowly sliding down my dress and resting on my butt.
"Where did you park?" I asked. Paul's going to help me get you home."
"Down that way," he pointed. Pretty much in the general direction my car was.
Paul followed closely behind as we slowly walked to Bob's car. His hand rested on my butt but occasionally slid down to the top of my leg, right at that point where thigh becomes cheek. I'm sure drawing attention to my short skirt and exposed thigh highs. The constant motion of walking and hip rocking helping the dress to ride up even further giving Paul, and anyone else looking, a good view of my ass and probably my pussy.
"This is your car, right," I pointed at the black BMW. Not too bad, I thought, my car was just a few spots further down.
"Paul mines the blue one down there," handing him the keys. "His place isn't far. Just follow us ok?"
"No problem."
Taking the keys from Bob's hand I unlocked the car and managed to help him in. As he settled in he looked up, right up my dress at my bare pussy.
"Looks hungry," he offered.
Looking down I smiled to myself. The dancing and flirting had left it swollen and wet, inner lips showing as well, and my vagina actually open slightly as if an invisible cock was implanted in it.
"It is, but not looking promising tonight does it?"
He started to reach for it but I stopped his hand and put it back in the car as I closed the door. No procrastinating I thought, you need to be home, and I as well thinking my vibrator would get a thorough workout tonight. Hopping in the driver's side and reaching over to fasten his seat belt gave him the perfect opportunity to grab one of by boobs which he managed to fondle for a short time while I clicked his belt in place.
"Hmm. Starting something you can't possibly finish huh," I chided.
Starting the car and pulling out into virtually no traffic, we proceeded to his house. Concentrating on the driving and keeping Paul in the rearview mirror divided my time. That left ample time for Bob to reach over at times and play with my hardened nipple and slide his hand down to my pussy for a quick feel.
"Still no panties," I said. "Didn't slide any on as I walked around the car." As I said that I pictured myself reaching down and pulling a pair on in the middle of the street. That would garner a bit of attention I thought.
Bob fingering my pussy didn't make the driving any easier and I did start to feel wetter and wetter feeling the heat and excitement rising in me.
"Need to stop that if we're going to make it," I admonished.
Pulling them out of my now sopping pussy he held them to his nose for a moment before sticking them in his mouth for a taste. Typical I thought. A minute later I looked over and was a bit shocked to see he'd pulled his cock out and was rubbing it. Glancing around I realized there was no other traffic so we weren't in any real danger of being seen.
"Put that away, "I demanded. Let's not find ourselves in the newspaper tomorrow morning." All thoughts of a good 'performance evaluation' ending up in the shredder, replaced with the headlines 'Local doctor and staff expose themselves in public.' As he attempted to stuff himself back into his pants I did notice he was slightly longer than hubby but more noticeably a larger cock head which was already drooling a bit of precum.
Pulling up into his driveway I slowed as the garage door rose and centered the car nicely in the two car garage. Going to need all this room today I thought. As Paul parked my car and got out I walked to the passenger side and opened Bob's door.
"Come on. Let's go." Reaching over to help him out as Paul arrived he took over, telling me to lead on. Good luck with that I thought. Never been inside before just knew where he lived but figuring how hard could it be to find the master bedroom. Not very, it turned out being a bachelors' house there was some furniture in the living room and dinette and in only one other room.
"Must be the master bedroom. Only other room with furniture.
"Yes and a bed," Paul stating the obvious.
"Wise ass. Give me fifteen minutes to get him tucked away. I'll meet you back at my car."
"You sure. I could help," he offered.
"No I'm good. Kind of harmless I think," looking down at Bob sprawled on the bed.
As Paul left I got Bobs shoes off, unbuckled his pants, slid them off then went to work on his shirt. Paul had managed to plant him right in the middle of the king sized bed and after trying to lean over I decided there had to be a better way. Pulling my dress up to my waist, baring my bottom to a passed out Bob I climbed up onto the bed and straddled him. This is easier I thought unbuttoning his shirt and working one sleeve off at a time. That being accomplished I sat back and immediately felt my error. Bobs cock was rock hard and had been drooling so much precum I sat right onto his hard wet spot. The sensation was wonderful, my lips swollen, extended and gaping like a fully open flower, landed on either side of his cock. Feeling this I slowly slid up and down his shaft consciously thinking of his precum mixing with my wetness and making me hotter. Licking my hand I wetted my outer lips the n reached down and pulled his cock out of his boxers. No sense it letting it go it waste I thought as I rose up slightly and impaled myself on him.
"Oh yeah, "I groaned as I let him slide into my sloppy wet pussy. The feeling of that oversized head raking my insides my g-spot inflaming my passions. Rocking back and forth I let the head bump into my cervix on occasion; letting the copious amount of precum I'm sure he was producing, cover my insides. Letting him soak me as I was basting him in my warm wet oven.
"Oh boy I wish you could fuck back," I admonished a passed out Bob.
"I can," startled I turned to see Paul standing in the door frame, cock in hand, watching.
"I thought I told you to wait in the car, I admonished.
"And miss this? Plus I wasn't sure you wouldn't need some help."
Continuing to rock back on Bob's cock I motioned Paul over. Climbing onto the bed he offered his cock to me and I licked the tip before sucking it into my mouth. A bit longer than Bob's, but without the prominent head, it was drooling precum like a leaky faucet. Swallowing slightly every few seconds I noticed the salty taste and felt the heat welling up from his groin. Reaching up I fondled his balls at the same time.
"God Joanne that feels good," he groaned.
"Tasting pretty good as well," I returned.
Having Bob's cock in my pussy and Paul's in my mouth was making quick work of my horniness. No need for a vibrator tonight as I felt my excitement growing.
"How about putting this in my pussy," I told Paul as I released him from my mouth. "I need to cum and Bob's in no condition to help with that."
"Serious?" Paul smiled. "Fuck yeah."
Sliding off of Bob with a pop, I turned ninety degrees, putting my bare ass and pussy on the side of the bed.
"Right there hun," pointing to my reddened, wet and gaping pussy. "Make me cumm," I ordered.
Sliding his eight inches into my nicely stretched pussy I felt him hit bottom on the first push. Starting slowly his gyrations and my imagination made my pussy the hottest and wettest it had been in a long time. Turning back to Bob I proceeded to lick and suck his still swollen cock. Tasting precum and my own juices on a hard cock was one of my favorite pastimes. As Paul alternated his strokes, some slow some fast, some shallow some deep, I proceeded to milk Bob's cock for the precum it was leaking. Tonguing his head and swallowing him to the base made me appreciate the hard cock in my pussy more. Thinking the most I would get from Bob tonight was a taste I reached back and started massaging Paul's balls.
"Jesus," he exclaimed. "Not going to be able to hold out for long if you're going to do that," he said.
"Don't want you to baby. Want you to fill my pussy with that hot cum. Spray it all up inside. Fill my pussy, wet down my cervix make me drip your cum for days. Come on fuck that hot MARRIED pussy," I challenged.
Obviously I said too much. The picture I painted for him was too much for him and he started ramming his cock into me. Waves of pleasure rolled over me as my pussy started rhythmically squeezing and massaging the object of my desire. Hands holding my hips, plunging in and out of my sopping pussy, balls slapping my clit on every down stroke, the orgasm washed over me.
"Uhhhh, "I groaned. Room going still dimmer, developing that orgasmic tunnel vision, concentrating on the cock in my pussy and nothing else I came. Not being a real 'squirter' I do cum at times getting significantly wetter and this time was no exception. Fluid was running down both thighs as Paul continued to plow into me. Wasn't long before he noticed how wet I was.
"You squirt?" he asked.
"Not until now honey," I lied. "It's that big hard cock of yours in my MARRIED pussy."
That was all it took. As soon as the comment sunk in he started losing his rhythm and the spasms of an orgasm started for him. The first two being so forceful it was like a garden hose going off in me. That sent me over the edge again thinking he came so forcefully some cum probably got past my cervix and into my uterus. As that second wave crashed over me he continued to pump his cum into me five, six maybe seven times before it stopped. It took me a few minutes to become aware of where I was and what had happened. I reached over and gave Bob's cock a few licks and a suck then turned around to see Paul standing, eyes closed, slowly stroking in and out of the sloppy mess my pussy had become.
"Good for you I'm guessing," I whispered.
"Oh yeah. Real nice. Best in a long time. So hot so beautiful."
"Pussy likes your cock. A lot."
"Whenever she wants it."
He slowly pulled out as I backed off the bed. Turning slightly I leaned over and took his cock into my mouth, tasting the mingled juices of my recent sexing. The taste was, as always, exquisite.
"Can't get over how good that tastes."
"Not partial to cream pies," he offered, as I stood.
"Maybe next time," I told him, and his eyes got a little brighter. Reaching down he buried two fingers into the cummy mess that was my pussy. Leaving Bob's I could feel the recent deposit slowly running down my thighs as I walked then drove Paul back to his car. After a kiss and a quick titty sucking I left him to his own devices and headed home. Leaving a small puddle on my leather seat I walked into the house, stripped off my dress and plopped down on the bed figuring I'd deal with the messy aftermath after a good nights sleep.

Nvr2l84fun
1/4/2011

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