He continued kissing her neck, working her into a state of tightly wound desire. At least he knew they would be on even ground when he decided to take... her to his bed. Rebecca was leaning back against him, he could see her breasts filling the pale cream bra she wore. Turning her around to face him, he saw the desire in her pale green eyes. He gazed at her as his fingers deftly unbuttoned the first button of her shirt, then another, and lastly one more. He could see the look of anticipation on. It was 10 minutes to closing time so I sighed and turned to my co-worker. "Coby, you can go on home. I'll close up shop."I received a nod in response from my friend as he pulled down the hood of the car he was working on and began walking towards the changing room. I grabbed my box of tools and walked over to the messy work-bench, setting it down on a somewhat clean space. As I looked into the mirror close by, I removed my gloves, stretching my fingers to limber them up again. I had to chuckle. Hey Gareth, said Theo, he then noticed how he was holding his gown closed. Sorry, did I interrupt something. No worries, said Gareth just a little me time he said with a wink. As long as you don’t mind it’s OK with me. Truth be told Gareth hoped Theo would be OK with it, he actually wanted Theo to bend over and let his fuck his tight little dark arse there and then, but he didn’t think it would happen for him. Gareth went and sat down and arranged himself so his cock lay up his abs and he. They're pictured at sunset, with sailing ships in the distant background. After a couple of minutes reading, her hand moves to her chest again. Another itch? No. This time it stays there, limply resting against her breast. She takes it away to turn the page, and then returns it to the spot above her heart. Slowly, subtly, her fingers begin to press and massage the fleshy mound. He watches her, spellbound now, as she rubs her breast. The movement of her hand becomes less subtle. Her fingers.