This reminded me of an old time encounter I enjoyed with Mabel. She had several tattoos. I worked with Mabel for a couple of years and once in awhile ...we could see her tattoos. We all teased her about them and I really wanted to see them all. I tried many times to get a date with her but she always said “No, I never date a co-worker.”Friday was my last day, I was moving on. About 3:00 that afternoon she comes into my office and says “Stock the fridge with beer, I’ll be over about 9.”I have the. "She indicated an interest, and I let her talk me into an afternoon of wandering around a smelly old chemical plant."He laughed. "She's a joy. A student who wants to get it. Who works to get it. Gosh, I wish I saw more of 'em." Hi, Mister Dan," came a chirpy voice.I looked to the door and saw Nina, jeans and a long-sleeved cotton shirt, sensible leather shoes, her backpack slung over her left shoulder."You ready to go?" I asked her."Yessir. Sign me out!" Mister Jim, here's my card. Maybe we can. After awhile I felt his hands move down to the backs of my thighs. He rubbed them for a while and asked if everything was o.k. “It feels nice,” I said. Then he put a hand between my thighs and began to rub my pussy through my underwear. I remember now that I was embarrassed because I was so wet. He kept rubbing my vagina from the rear and I could feel his finger rub against my slit through my wet panties. This went on for some time and it was driving me crazy that he wouldn’t just stick his. She was breathing heavily and her face was red. I asked her if she was ok and she answered in a very raspy voice that she was. I suspected that she had come down and immediately masturbated from having just watched me. She looked down at my nearly exposed cock and just kept staring at it.Then it must have got the best of her and she decided to talk about it. She told me that she was sure I saw her upstairs and that is why she just moved to where she could watch me do myself and not try to hide..