Post room Jill.

I worked in the post room in an office when I was 18 with 5 girls, one of them was older than the rest of us she was 21 and in charge of us all, her name was Jill and when the post was sorted she was the buying managers typist. She was short with fuzzy black hair and a bit old fashioned. I fancied her, I don't know why maybe it was because she never seemed to have a boyfriend. One night on the bus home we sat together and I plucked up courage to ask her to the pictures. She said yes and we went on Saturday night and sat in the back row. No sooner had we sat down when I kissed her she had her tongue down my throat, wow she was all over me, she let me feel her tits but when I tried to put my hand up her skirt she said "no not here". Well I walked her home and she said would you like to come in, don't worry mum and dad always go to bed early. When we got in the lounge she said do you want coffee or something so I said or something and she took my hand and put it up her skirt, she had stockings on and tiny lace panties they were already wet, my cock was rigid. We undressed each other and fucked on the sofa she was such a great fuck I don't think she'd had it for ages.We went to the pictures every Saturday night and always ended up on her sofa, then we fucked or when it was her time of the month she would wank me off. When we were at work I used to go to her office at lunch time and we would have our sandwiches together and if her boss was out for lunch we would fuck in the store cupboard. No one at work knew what was going on, they thought we were just mates. This went on for about 18 months until I got another job. I wonder if she fucked the next bloke in the post room.