'Lisa, I'm not gay if that's what you mean.' I said, trying not to sound asif I was protesting a little too much.'Oh, I'm sorry... I just assumed...''...Don't worry about it. I guess people only feel comfortable about me workinghere because they think I'm gay,' I admitted, more than aware of theimplications to my reputation caused by working in a women's fashion store.'Like I said, you're one of the girls!' she said gleefully. I shook my headin bemusement. I did not know how much I could take of. Faster I pulled at my cock my balls tightening with each stroke. Then with a grunt, I felt the release as a globule of cum leaked through the satin covering my cock. I kept on stroking as more cum escaped from my erection. Coating both my hard cock and the soft satin panties.“Will you be long?”I couldn’t answer, just a grunt, half wishing my orgasm would end, so she wouldn’t come and look for me, but wishing the pleasure as I spunked into her panties to last forever. My cock finally stopped. She was getting some relief at the same we both got some good feelings. I did rise her sari little bit till her knees and did massage. She did not say anything and that given me more carriage. I slowly took my both the hands into her inner thighs without rise the sari and I watched her face and from her eyes I understood that she is reached in some sort of heaven. I could not control myself and my right hand was trying to touch her pussy in between her smooth inner thighs. I am not sucess. Not that I was in any hurry, my buddy Paul had dropped me at the airport on his way to work, and my flight wasn't leaving for another three hours. I sighed and stepped into the small room she had indicated. Did I say cute? She was more than cute, with short red hair, blue-green eyes, a nice smile, and a fantastic rack. "What's this all about?" I asked. "Random screening," she replied. I sighed and sat down as she closed the door.Well, at least she wasn't some hairy overweight retired guy.