I am stuck in traffic so I get antsy, wanting to come home and pleasure myself. Too excited to wait, and fortunately wearing a skirt, I spread my feet...slightly so my thighs part, and licking my index finger, reach up my skirt. Once my fingers reach my crotch, I pull my underwear to the side, revealing my pussy. I reach up into the soft folds and find my clit. Mmmmm. It makes me even more excited to think that no one knows how naughty I am being by myself in the car while I sit in traffic. I rub. You’re both so beautiful.” He continued talking a little about himself as he stroked my hair with his hand. I was getting goosebumps. Then he asked me if wanted to go outside and smoke a joint.Suddenly, memories of a past experience came back to me. Then I thought, This time is different, so I said, “Sure.”There were a pool and a cabana in the backyard. We sat on a bench as Bob lit a joint. As we smoked it, Bob began to rub my leg working up my right side along my breast. Then he leaned in and. She’d said she’d come meet me for drinks and see if the chemistry was there in person and we’d see where we’d go from there. It was the first time she’d expressed any doubt about our chemistry and it made me wonder if she might be thinking about backing out altogether. But that small doubt was easily drown in a sea of imagined fucking and sucking she and I had already shared in fantasy as well as the pictures we’d shared of each other in various sexual activities.My mind was swimming in this. That warmed me inside just as much as her thigh was warm on the outside. My hand dropped to her leg, caressing the superb muscles under sleek womanly skin. She was far more than a sex object.Wanda came by, still laughing. "I helped solve the technical problem that might have interfered with the start of Edie's act. The ginger ale concentrate line to the mixer at the bar got clogged. She wants any beer bottles used in her act to be filled with ginger ale. She didn't tell you about it ahead of.