Then I leaned back and spread my legs.Watching his eyes move to take in a good view of my naked, slightly hairy cunt was almost enough to make me cum ...again. (This whole experience had me edging before I knew what edging was.)I don't recall how it happened or how we got there, but sometime after I showed the taxi driver my pussy, he ended up driving us to a wooded area near my requested destination.He got into the back and I sucked his cock. It was soft and covered with lint, but at least it was. I wiggle as I stand; push my pussy and arse back towards you, invite you to use your besotted Attention Seeking Whore, to make her quiveringly yours; here, now, in this stairwell, in this public place, in this sterile air conditioned office. Fuck me, my dear co-worker, fuck me and put this aching body out of its misery.Yet still you remain silent, fixed, rooted to the spot; the only movement that of your irregular, excitable breath as it escapes your slack-jawed mouth. I turn my head; look over. “Please don’t talk about her having sex. I don’t think I’m ready to deal with that yet.” She laughed, and hugged him. “You’re as bad as Daddy,” she whispered in his ear. “And you’re just like your mother,” he whispered back. She pulled back, wearing a naughty smile, and twitched her eyebrows. “You seem to like that, sometimes.” He sighed as blood rushed to his nether regions in response to his wife’s coquettish tease. “Go talk to her, but at least think about giving her space, if she needs it.”. , hi, Missus Mason," he replied, his eyes still glued to her breasts."I'm real sorry 'bout interrupting y'all yesterday." Oh..., no problem..." Would you like to stay for supper?" asked Gloria."I would, but my folks are expectin' me," answered Dylan."Some other time, then." Yeah... Well, I better be goin'. Bye, Myrna. Missus Mason." Bye, Dylan." Gloria said."I'll see ya tomorrow at school," said Myrna.Dylan let himself out and was gone."I sure hope you was usin' some protection in there, girl,".