I tried ringing but the phone went to message bank. I ended up going to the bar to pick up but didn't score there either. What a fucked night!The next... morning I was in the shower at around 9am and my mobile was ringing. It was Jordan was calling."Hey babe, how was your night?" she asked.I told her but she didn't seem interested or was distracted. I asked her where she was.She said "I'm still at Johns. Wanna come over and fuck me?"I thought why not and she text me directions.90 minutes drive out. " Again looking right at him as I said it."Oh My God, that was amazing. Was that the first time you have donethat?"I nodded as he motioned for me to sit next to him on the couch. As Isat down, he wrapped his arm around me and gave me a quick kiss on thelips. I wanted a deeper kiss but wasn't sure if he was reluctant to dothat since he had just cum in my mouth."Well you are natural cocksucker then. That was the best blow job Ihave ever had."Cocksucker. Wow. I guess that was true, I was. Walking into the department store and to the “Womens Intimates”Department. Often at the back of the store to hide it from the prying eyes of men. As if, its meant to be seen by men…. And your little voice says to you, go on just one pair of panties can’t hurt. It nags, it weakens, it cajoles. Then you find yourself in that large anonymous store drifting towards Lingerie, you brush it. Oh, your inner panty slut moans – feel me wrapped around your cock your ass. See we can have lots of nice. Though, I do have to admit that I’ve got her beat when it comes to being stacked. That’s due to my mother being Brazilian. Because of her not only am I well endowed in the breast department, but also naturally tan, set with big hazel eyes, pouty lips, and a backside that puts Beyonce’s song, ‘Bootylicious’, to justice. The only thing I got from my father’s Germanic blood was his height. I stand at a good five feet seven inches, while my poor mother barely tops five-one. I stride back to my desk.