Dave always liked it, saying that I looked striking in it with my long strawberry blonde hair and blue-green eyes. I put on a short skirt that showed ...more of my legs than appropriate for the office. Why was I dressing like this?********The day went by slowly. I attracted more attention from my male co-workers than usual, and declined one offer for a drink after work from an attractive guy. He knew I was married, so why did he make a move on me? Was it because of the way I was dressed?The. He simply stood and waited. I sat down on the hotelchair in front of him, and placed my hands on his legs, enjoying the warmthof him through the thin trousers. I pulled him closer, and his crotchapproached my face. This was getting unbearable. I noticed that he hadre-fastened that button of his shirt, so I thought that might be a goodplace to start. 'Would you unfasten your shirt for me, where it was openbefore?'At once his left hand came round to the front of his shirt and swiftly thebutton. She was to my, the pinnacle that every mature lady should aim to be. She was about 5’2, short red hair, curvy, and had the face of sensuality. Blue eyes, a few freckles, and a slight scar on her left cheek. I admired her, but she was married, with k**s and like I mentioned, no one in my neighborhood paid attention to anyone else. A few months had gone by, I was still fascinated by her, but I was out living up my life trying to mingle among those my own age. One day when driving home from work I. ”He twirled his finger, telling me to turn around for him. He cheered in delight as he bent down so he was face-level with my ass. He groped each cheek before spreading them apart and inspecting my ass hole and pussy. I shuddered at his touch. “Haha always love when they’re new. So nervous at every touch. David are you sure you don’t want to give her some RelaXXXall to take the edge off?”It was really freaking me out the way he was talking. How many times has he done something like this, I mean.