The familiar tickle in between her thighs when she saw Ian was beginning to frustrate her and she slipped out into the fridge and slipped her hand down her work shorts and pressed her palm against her clitoris to alleviate some of the tension she felt in her loins and mind. Driven by a growing penis and frustrated lust, Ian walked into the fridge and closed the door. Embarrassed, she looked around trying to think of something to say, but as she swept her eyes over Ian, she noticed his almost full and raging erection and didn't move her eyes from it as he walked to her.
I looked down, this time noting that the bra was now unhooked and the cups pulled aside, confirming that she did indeed have small, perky breasts, with youthful firmness and a smattering of light freckles across her chest. Gently grasping my head, Cindy pulled me up and kissed me, our tongues battling for supremacy as she held me tight against her, grinding her still clothed pelvis against my now rock hard cock while I held her waist with one hand and clutched her butt with the other. Unable to contain herself, Cindy lowered her panties and then pulled my face back to her pussy, treating me to the sight of a sparse patch of strawberry blond hair covering her “V” before my lips were once again planting kisses, my tongue snaking as she moaned with desire.