When Preston told her to come into the break room so he could really make her relax she said yes. Preston wiped off the table, got all the cups and napkins off it and told her to lie down. She did. He started rubbing her neck. Oh That felt so good She was relaxing when she noticed a change in the way he was rubbing her. It was more sensual. She held her breath and didn't dare move lest he could tell she was aroused. Her nipples were betraying her, pressing into the table. Preston got up calmly and locked the door. Aha So, had she given herself away somehow? She rose up to a sitting position when Preston came back. He unbuttoned her dress with agonizing slowness. But with every button he unbuttoned he would kiss her there. She lay back on the table as Preston made short work of getting her undressed. She had everything off but her skimpy thong. Preston shucked his clothes also and started kissing her neck. He started nibbling at her, making small sucking sounds. She was aching for a real kiss so she decided to take matters into her own hands. She flipped him over and started kissing him, her hands feeling his chest. His tongue timidly touched hers which started a wildfire raging within her... Twenty-Nine Erotic Fantasies about Women who Make Things Happen.