Underline message was, ‘Yea, I am interested but not willing to make the first move.’ Allowing the screen to fade to black! A few days pass and b...eing coy I play the subtle cat and mouse. Posting, and then ever watching for her to post a reply. Being careful not to look to zealous I restrain from an immediate response. Give it a few more days, and it ends, poof she is gone! Not gone just minimal sightings. Hey all is well and good in the land of make believe. What should one expect? Be honest. I had to catch my breath. She looked stunning in her professional work attire, with stylish white pumps, a white skirt, with a small professional cut just above the knee and side slit, a white blazer and a pink button-down blouse, accented with a strand of white pearls hanging from around her neck.“Are you wearing panties?” I asked. (You’ll have to read the other story to know why I asked her the question.)“Of course not,” Chloe replied, slipping her hand under my arm as we headed down the. I felt a sudden jolt of incredible pleasure as it found my pussy, and began rubbing itself against my clit as if it knew what it was doing. More began to join it, from every direction. And others found their way inside my top, and I must admit I loved feeling them massaging my boobs and wriggling against my nipples. My head was positively swimming by this point. It had been slow to dawn on me, but I now realised I was now more turned on than I had ever been in my life. I wasnt new to sex,. Damn. We had ruined a great thing.'Well, I'll see you. I guess--'She cut me off. 'How about tomorrow? Afternoon? I...Uh, I mean, if you can. I'm working next Friday, so...What do you think?' She looked at me anxiously, waiting for my answer. I heard myself say:'OK. When? Like 2:00-ish?''Yeah! 2 is fine. I'll be ready at 2. Good.' She leaned over and gave me another peck on the cheek, her fingers grasping my arm tightly. 'See you then.'The next day. I was haunted throughout the previous night by.