At the other end of the room a door opened and a woman appeared. She struck a little pose with one hand resting high up on the doorframe. She smiled s...eductively at the man behind the desk, but he never saw it. He never looked up from his work. "John," she sang softly, managing to draw out the single syllable into a low, seductive three-note love call.The man responded by tapping at his computer's keyboard and peering even more intently at its monitor.The woman shook back her hair and thrust out. Her white bra was visible through the fabric and I had been subtly looking at her breasts all evening.Now, as we stood in the kitchen, she was hanging around, rather than doing anything constructive or making herself comfortable. I felt she wanted me to do something, so I put a hand on her shoulder and she didn’t flinch. I moved closer, into her personal space, and she stayed still. I put my hands on her hips and pulled her to me.“Oh God. Friends,” she reminded me.“We are friends,” I said. “I. After greeting each other Sandy asked, "Have you got time to have a cup of coffee with me? I want to talk to you about something."I immediately became uncomfortable but in spite of my better judgment I agreed to have a cup of coffee with her. I though that she might want to talk about the things she said to me at the cook out. I assumed that she was embarrassed by what she had said and wanted to set the record straight. While I didn't want to sit through that I decided to let her have her say. ‘You don’t have to ask permission from me,’ I said. ‘Follow your heart. If it tells you to go with the old buzzard, go and have a wonderful time. I’ll miss you a bunch, though. I’ve gotten used to having your hot, sexy body around here. Especially when you’re feeling horny.’ She laughed and rested her hand on my morning hard on. ‘I’ll always make room for you, Papita, I love your hard cock in my pussy too much. Besides, we have a whole week before we leave and your sisters are coming. There is.