I turned my head from my computer to look her in the eye. I thought she was joking for a second so I said smiling, “Why, are you offering?” ...She got down off my desk. “Yes.” She breathed. She stood me up and got really close, her large breasts pushing into my chest. Slowly, hesitantly, I leaned down and kissed her lightly on the lips. She smiled and kissed me back, harder. Thankfully there was nobody around, but that could change any second and she realized that. She took my hand and. I so want to fuck her right now. I tease some more. “Put what, where? Tell me, my little slut.” At the mention of being called a slut she groans louder, lurching forward, forcing herself onto the fingers that play with her clit. “Your fingers. Put them back in my pussy. Please.” Wow! I did not expect that reaction. I briefly suck on those lucky right hand fingers and then maneuvered three fingers to plunge back into her slick wet cunt. As soon as I enter her she straightens up a little and. I was hot as a firecracker! I became so absorbed in rubbing my pussy, I lost track of the movieand my quarters ran out. The movie stopped, my cubicle went dark, andthrough the darkness I could see a small ray of light coming throughthe wall that separated my booth from my neighbor’s. With my own cubicle dark, the glow of movies from the neighboringbooths could be seen flickering through the round holes cut into thepanel walls. I put my eye to one of the holes and seen my neighbor. No personal cellphones in 1974, so we decided to go home in my car first and then go looking for Mike’s car downtown if they weren’t home.When we pulled in Mike’s driveway his car was not there. He said, “Neil, I’m beat. I suggest you go to bed and the girls will be home eventually.” Mike was blasé about the whole thing. I wasn’t. If the bitch wanted to go pub crawling, she could have at least told me before she left the club.I drove back to town to look for Mike’s 1973 Mercury convertible. It.