Longer than she should.

It took several wipes for Ashley to clue into what she was doing: her hand had been running over his cock. It was big, around six inches, and rock hard. Panicking, she stopped and stood up. “I should blo-go. It's about time for head-to head home for me. It was nice meeting you!” She stammered, spinning around into a brisk walk.

“Uh, oh, thanks!” Replied Jeff. As she walked away, he noticed her ass was eye level, and beautifully hugged by her black leggings.

“Fuck, she's hot,” he said when she left earshot. As his eyes trailed off her butt, they continued on to the binder on the next to him. Damn, she’s forgotten it. He flicked the rest of the melting ice cream on the ground and headed over to kiosk for more napkins to wipe himself clean as he walked after the hurrying Ashley.

A few minutes later, she was back to her building. Though initially embarrassed by the recent events, she felt calmer and better than when she had left work earlier that afternoon. She boarded the elevator and pressed seven. Well, at least I got to have some excitement before lesson planning tonight, she thought.

In quick order, Ashley was at her floor. She tried stepping out as the doors began opening only to be confronted by her neighbour, Mr. Davies.

“You found me!” the eighty-four-year-old retiree chuckled, and raised his hands up as though he was caught. Not waiting for Ashley to exit, he brushed up against her, hands groping her still damp tits as he thrust inside the elevator. “Lemme just squeeze by ya',” he said with a wink.

“Squeeze away,” said Ashley, rolling her eyes as he fondled her breasts. It felt nice to me touched, and it was nothing out of the ordinary for the local harmless pervert. _Glad to be of service, _she thought.
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