Now in nothing but her bra and panties she sat down on the bench in front of her dressing table and looked at herself in the mirror. At 41 she knew th...t she could easily pass for being in her early thirties, her blonde hair hung down past her shoulders and set off her totally tanned body and sea green eyes. Her body was lightly freckled and even with her bra on she knew that her 36D breasts sagged very little. She touched the center of the left cup and her sensitive nipple responded immediately. After looking at Jerry and receiving the go ahead, Dave and I danced three or four tunes. When he brought me back to the table Jerry took his place and then Phil. A slow song played and I fell into Phil's arms. Immediately I knew that Phil was turned on, his cock was really getting hard and it poked me in the belly. “You're a really hot woman, Becky,” he whispered in my ear. “Thank you. And I'm a really horny woman,” I laughed, looking him in the eyes. “I wish you were with me instead of. You take a step back and stand with your legs slightly apart giving invite to the intimate caresses. You realize that this is what you were looking for all along. Not a man as much as the touch, the feeling. Of course the added excitement of it happening in a public place adds to the erotic sensations. My hand slides further up your inner thigh even higher this time. You can feel the edge of my fingers brushing lightly across the tiny strip of material covering your sex. You can feel the. "Yes, if that's the way you want it," she said. "Okay, start talking," I said. I was still seated at the bar, and was making no move to get a table or cooperate in any manner whatsoever. "Could we . . ." she said, glancing around for a more, I supposed, private venue. "Could we move over there?" Two minutes later, carrying drinks, we were seated around a table for four near the back. I leaned back in my seat and waited. I had to wonder what she could possible want to tell me. I had to think,.