If we were alone, I would have gone back out and butt fucked her on the spot, but I couldn't with all those people around, so I did the only thing I could think of to cool down until I could make my move. Licking the oil from my thumb, I went to work.

Besides the usual full-timers, Diane, Daphne and myself also happened to be working that day. Linda was wearing her usual heavy denim jeans with t-shirt and was doing some reports in the back. Jeff sat at his usual station at the desk in the equipment room. Daphne had come dressed in jeans also; the soft, faded blue-denim material grossly stretched out in the rear by her bulging behind. And she had on that loose blouse again, hanging way out over her melons. Her nipple stalks were long and stiff due to the cold; so hard that she seemed to be in a little pain as

I watched her talk to Lisa. The sight made my mouth drool a little as I walked by.

Diane stood in the report room next to Linda. She had on one of those clinging, tight one-piece sweater-dress affairs that young stuff like her shouldn't wear. The way it molded itself around her showed off all of her young sex parts as if she were naked.

Her apple tits grew straight out from her ribcage, the little nipples riding high up on them and her tight buns with the jutting half-moons were snugly molded by the soft, fuzzy cotton cloth. It had even tightened its way in between her legs in front so that I could clearly see the raised ridges of her rounded little pube sausages. I imagined that peach-sized twat softly filling my hand; my middle finger sliding into her slot like a hotdog in a bun. "Margaret shouldn't let her dress like this in public", I thought, but I wasn't about to complain.