She was sitting on a high stool, watching me enter."Well, what do you think?"It was a bust. It was my bust. It was breathtaking."I didn't know I was s...o handsome." Stop it Eric." Really, its good. Very good." Really?" Really really."She bit her lip and her brown warm skin gave me a nice hug. I took a nice draught of the warm earth that always seemed to dangle about her. Like her, I loved the smell of work."Now you must show me your paintings."I smiled."Maybe."Maybe not.We moved out of the dimly. I’m no different and at my place of work… her name is Courtenay. She’s twenty-nine years old with a body that wasn’t too slender but not too big either… she was just right. With her short red hair and soft, pouty lips… Courtenay was a sight to behold. She was the kind of woman that I had no doubt many men would fuck without hesitation. I would sit at my cubicle for hours, watching her work at her own desk. As I watched her, I wondered what it would be like to wave my hand through her short. Lips slipped softly over my ear厰mmmmm, you抮e so lovely� the voice said softly. The lips moved from my ear, down my neck, and onto the tender skin at the opening on my T-shirt匢 felt a tingle slowly spread through my body. One of the hands left my breast and was gone for an instant, then I feltit moving over my hip, sliding down to rub my covered ass. I groaned a low, slow 揙hhhhhhh攨not really committing to the fact that I wanted more, nor to the heat that was growing between my thighs. I guess it. Her skirt fell up around her waist and exposed her light green panties. They were vary shear and had a rose stitched into them just above the crotch panel. I could easily see through them and see that her pussy wasn’t shaved but it was neatly trimmed and her hair was not vary thick. I stood up and her legs slid up over my arms until her ankles rested on my shoulders. My hands began to move back down over her muscular shapely legs, over her calves, then her firm light brown thighs, between her.