"You all together now?" Max asked behind her. "I-I think so," Linda stammered, panicking as she felt something trickle down her thigh. It soaked into her nylons before it shot into view below the hem of her uniform. Linda wondered how long it would be before Max smelled the sharp odor.

"You know, you spend too much time alone. If you got out a little more, the job here wouldn't be so bad," Max said hesitatingly, lowering his eyes and shifting his feet nervously back and forth on the floor. Linda smiled gently as she stared at the big, blushing man. In his own clumsy way, Max was asking her for a date.

The blonde hesitated for a second. It had been over eight months since her husband's car accident – eight months since she'd gone out with a man, let alone hopped into the sack with one. Maybe Max was right. Maybe what she needed was a little male company. Certainly, her rumbling pussy was trying to tell her something.

"Maybe you're right, Max. Would you like to take me out some night? I'd like that," Linda said suddenly.

"How about tomorrow? We're both off. I've got practice on the field for a couple of hours. You could come down and watch and then we'd go out," Max suggested, his words falling over one another as his eyes sparkled with excitement.

Linda felt her skin crawling with sexual excitement as she stared at the big man. God! All he had to do was ask her now and she'd flop down on the floor for him. Her heart pounded in rhythm with her throbbing cunt as her nipples stiffened and scratched against her D-cup bra. Linda's slender fingers trembled with sexual tension as she smoothed down her wrinkled uniform with the palms of her hands.

"Well, that's that," she said in a low voice, a little surprised at how husky it sounded. "The guys should be here in half an hour from the San Francisco run," Linda sighed as she glanced up at the clock.