It then struck me that I didn’t even get her name and worst, didn’t even note down the car number..I was cursing myself…look at me-standing off ...in a dark parking slot with a raging hard-on and a spinning mind…I started trudging back to the lift when i remembered that she had given me something-i was elated with the possibility that it could be her card….But she had had other plans in her mind…i put my hands into my pant pocket and could feel something smooth and silky…I pulled it out…it was her. "Oh My God. Please. Don't stop. I don't want you to stop," Katie said to me.She was gasping, breathing heavy, panting, and staring at me. I was scared to death. But my dick was so hard it was hurting. I couldn't stop staring at her teenage body."Katie," I said."What?" She said to me."I'm not sure if this is a good idea. I mean, I know that, you know, we've done this," I said.She looked at me and I could see the disappointment on her face."Oh," she said to me.I didn't know what to say. I felt. It felt so good sliding in. It had been a long time, and I’d been aching for him to fill me.I stretched myself out across his body, and moved up and down. That wonderful shaft slid in and out, as it became slick with my juices. He moaned and panted as I rode him, saying sweet words that made me happy.My hips started to move with passion, undulating and rolling like waves. The motions were fluid, effortless. I could feel my juices flowing down his shaft as I rose up, then bubble around my sheath. "Can I get you anything, Mr. Walters?" No Barbara, I'm fine."Lying to my wife and now my secretary.The weekend came and Sandra and I had a wonderful dinner at a new French restaurant in the next town. The meal was wonderful and the ambiance superb. We shared a wonderful bottle of wine the wine steward had recommended. We stopped for coffee afterwards at a small cafe we used to frequent in our younger days. It was a wonderful evening. We went home in great spirits and got into more comfortable.