Alex had never seriously thought of Beth as more than a friend, but as she stood there, smiling and posed, he really took inventory of what she had to...offer.Usually, Beth wore regular jeans and t-shirts, the sort of nondescript thing a college girl wears in her time away from class. Tonight, however, she was wearing a spaghetti strap tank top and a tight black knee-length skirt, complete with heels. Her dirty blonde hair was pulled up on her head in a purposely mussed, but elegantly knotted. I found the drone where I had landed it there, loaded it into the SUV and drove away. Even though the parking lot was empty, I drove carefully away. There was no one to stop me. Five minutes later I pulled it into the side parking lot, built for the overflow of traffic of a strip mall. I got out of the SUV quickly, field stripped the twelve gauge and loaded it into a large black back pack. Then with the Shotgun unrecognizable I walked away.By 2AM I was walking on a dark residential street, when. My mind was numbing and I started to tremble. "That's it." "Yesss..." I whispered hoarsely. "Pinch your nipple harder, don't let go." "Oh," I squeaked. "Fuck your ass faster." "Oh, God..." "There's something missing," he murmured, barely penetrating my senses. In a moment he had returned and I felt the cool spray of baby oil zigzagging across my back. Then a firm squirt, right at my asshole. "Fuck harder," he ordered. I felt his hands on me. They were gentle and smoothing my skin with. Whilst waiting there I got into conversation with this other guy at the bar. He was about 60, good looking guy with a deep tan. He was very friendly, easy to talk to. I took the drinks down to our table and we sat taking in the music and the crowd. It was getting a bit crowded as I went to the bar again where I got into conversation with my 'friend' once more. As the bar was very crowded I invited the guy to our table as we had a spare seat. He accepted and we both went over and I introduced.