It wasn’t long before my shorts and pants were round my ankles and Pete was fondling my tiny prick. I tried very hard to do as he instructed, but tr...y as I might I couldn’t quite get it right and Pete had to get himself off. I was totally awe struck when he shot great spurts of thick white ‘stuff’ out of his cock and in seconds I had that lovely feeling of cumming but only a dry one. It would be several years before I was able to ‘fetch’ spunk. In subsequent visits to the train shed I learned. Sam and Alicia. “Miss Wickes, could I have your reports please? Mr. Clark needs them,” spoke Alicia with her nervousness in tow. “Sure, Lis. Here.” She smiled at my pet name for her; I had taken her under my wing when she started and she had told me about her mini crush on my boss. She's the perfect candidate. “In fact, I’ll take them to him. I need to have a quick word.” I jumped down from my desk in my nude, stocking clad feet, pulling down my navy blue pencil skirt as I sashéd through my. It wasn’t a pee-stain either; no argument about it, it was the remains of a cum-stain! So here I was, standing in the locked cubicle, leaking pre-cum like mad into my own damp Speedos, now barely containing my painfully trapped and engorged tool, and in my hands I had a pair of someone else’s cum-stained swim-shorts!I began wondering if he had actually aroused himself and cum while he was in the pool wearing them. Maybe he masturbated in the very cubicle I was now standing in and then left. I told Anne that I was disappointed as well as I had been looking forward to spending the evening with her as well. In consolation, I suggested that we could get together the next day. Anne’s face immediately brightened and we agreed to spend the following day together. Anne asked what we would do and I said, “It’s a secret. I’ll come up with a plan.” Anne became a little timid and shy. She turned sideways with a coy look on her face before putting a smoldering look into her eyes and then.