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I Saw Her Again Today

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I saw her again today at a meeting. She looks magnificent, although I swear, I have never felt anything about another girl like this. She was wearing a smart business suit, but the top she had on was low cut and showed her breasts off to perfection. I sat through the early part of the meeting just looking at her. From time to time she put a hand between her crossed legs. Oh how I ached to see whether her thumb was pressing against her crotch. Now and then, she would flush a little around her neck. I tried to avoid her noticing my looks, and I think I succeeded. She walked to her case which was on the floor at the end of the row I was sitting in. She bent down to get something out. I could not see any visible panty line, and when she squatted to have a good rummage in there, the back of her trousers pulled away from her and I could not see any sign of panties. At this point, I was conscious of the growing dampness between my legs and the insistent throbbing of my clit.

She went back to her seat and the meeting droned on. I looked at her again and decided that she must be in her early twenties although I could imagine that naked, she would have looker younger. Yes, Rachel naked! I stared now at her crotch. Does she shave? almost certainly, I decided. By now I had my own hand clamped firmly between my legs and my thumb was pressing urgently against me. I imagined how she might look if, right now, right there and then she leaned back in her chair, undid her trousers and eased them to the floor, opening her legs at the same time for me to kiss her. Oh my! The thought,, just the thought of kissing another girl...I could imagine how she smelled, how her smooth lips would look, how she would gasp at my first touch.

I felt it long before it hit. The deep tingle, and welling up of the orgasm. All I wanted was for Rachel and I to be alone somewhere. I wanted her to really abuse me. Suddenly the images came flashing through my mind. Rachel squatting over me as I lay on the floor. Her flooding me with her scent, her pussy juices. I knew I would cum as I was thinking this. Then, what sent me over the edge, Rachel, squatting over my face, wearing only a little pair of white cotton panties, me rubbing her through them and then, at the precise moment she cummed, Rachel peeing into her panties, then onto my face.

As I sat in my row I felt the orgasm hit. Wave after wave after undeniable wave. I kept shifting my position, I even had to sneeze a couple of times to cover up what was really happening. Rachel noticed the disturbance, and looked right into my eyes. Then, I saw her press her hand between her thighs before moving it up to brush the hair from her face. I would like to think that the little flush around her neck was caused by her knowing exactly what I had just done. I would like to think that for the briefest moment, when her hand wavered in front of her face, that she was smelling herself.

When the meeting broke I headed straight for the rest room and, sitting on the toilet, my trousers and panties around my ankles, I rubbed myself into a frenzy.

Maybe one day, I will get someone like her to play with me.



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