It's Pam, the girl from my office who hooked me up with last night's party. Her cubicle is three down from mine.
I remember bumping into her a few times last night, but I remember nothing about how we ended up under the same blanket. Nor how she ended up without a stitch of clothing.
It would be damned shame not to remember seeing this, so I'm almost glad I got the chance now. The no-tan-line look is my favorite and she is a perfect honey gold from tip to toe. Her tits are medium-sized at most-- I cringe when I realize I'm now stacked higher than her-- but they are perfect and tipped with half-dollar sized light-pinkish tips. Further down she's smooth except a 'landing strip', and what's left is the same natural blonde as her shoulder-length hair.
I decide peeping on her while she's asleep is a little creepy, even if we spent the night under the same blanket, and I slip back under with her instead. Hell it's where I was for who knows how many hours.
"Mm." She says, stirring a little, then blinking her eyes open. She looks at me. "Oh."
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