Next, I slip the skirt down my ass and you watch it drop to the tabletop. As I reach for my bra, you motion me over. Stepping off the table, I walk to...you… and I lean over towards you, you pull me into your lap. You pull the straps down off my bra and pull the bra down to my waist. You turn me sideways on your lap and look down at my exposed breasts. My nipples hard and aching for your hands and mouth to touch them, taste them, and bite them. Your hand reaches for one and trace your fingers. I sat down in one of the cushioned wrought iron chairs that were at the patio table and Ellen handed me a beer, then sat across from me. We exchanged small talk for a while, telling each other what bases we had lived on, our home towns, and what each of our spouses did. Ellen put her beer down and said, ‘Listen Rick, this is kind of embarrassing, but I wanted to apologize for something.’ I was a bit confused but said ‘ok’. She laughed a little and looked down at her feet. ‘Usually, when I work. I also had to get away from the door before I unloaded my testicles all over the hallway and left a trail to the waiting room. My dick was throbbing in my pants. It took all my reserve energy to keep from touching myself. I survived, barely; but at a cost. My shorts had become wet and slippery. Precum was pouring from the tip of my pussy starved cock. Barbara finally called after an hour of playtime. She said she was ready for her massage now.I told her I'd be right in, in a few minutes. I had. She was rubbing her clit really quickly, and her hips were already starting to rock. She must have been pretty close when she came to see me. My dick began to harden, I could feel it growing into a visible lump in my trousers.Not that Leanne was bothered. She was already somewhere else, I could hear that lovely slimy, squelchy noise as her fingers occasionally whipped into her wet cunt, then dragged moisture up to her clit. She was so close to orgasm, she was panting now, left hand squeezing.