I grabbed the bottle opener and flicked off the cap."Here you go," I said with a smile."Thanks, Steve," she said.I looked into her eyes, and she held ...my gaze for a second. Redness flushed across her cheeks, then she looked down at the floor.I'd been paying attention to Hannah's behavior since the moment we met. Whenever we'd been together, she'd been serving me an abundance of little glances, smiles, and touches. I was confident that she was attracted to me. If I was right, the feeling was. There were a few times she had to cover my mouth to stop me making noise. That and the time she tried to get off as i was still cumming making me nearly cum all over my jeans. That one woulda been hard to explain.There were the few times though we did manage to get an empty house and make full use of the bed.I'd been working the day shift, and her bf had asked if i wanted to go see a film with him and some of his friends. Having seen it already i said no as i also wanted some free time at home. But seeing my Bengali colleague’s beautiful eyes every day can grow lust in anyone’s mind, and so was true for me.I also had a fantasy of fucking an office colleague. But as we were friends, I controlled my feelings until one fine day when our fate had thought something else for us.It was a Friday in June, and I had to finish some important work on that day itself. My supervisor had told me strictly that no matter how late it could get, if the work is not finished by then, I have to come on. This was becoming way too much fun to go back to his old ways.There’s only one thing I’m missing. Why is it that I can think of fucking a girl or even a woman, and it happens? I need to check this out. Could I think of fucking a woman a certain way and it happens? What if Ms. Anderson wanted me to fuck her ass after I fuck her pussy. Maybe even make her pregnant? THERE - if that works, I’m going to branch out and see just who I can make beg me to fuck them. I know who’s next - Ms. Appleton..