She is in her mid thirties, a few pounds overweight. Tight skirt, no bra. Butt overflows the barstool a bit. Looks like she's been in the Vee Jay for ... while.Joe is no slouch with women. "Gimme a few minutes," he says, and slides down the bar to where the blonde is sitting. I can see them talking. After a bit, Joe waves for me to come on over."This here's Flossie," Joe says. "Flossie, this here's my good buddy Dick." (My name isn't Dick. Joe is always planning ahead.) "Dick and Roger go way. Wo tight kapde pehanti thi jiska main dewana tha. Main tution sham ko jata tha. Garmi ki wajah se wo ghar k bahar taaza hawa me walk ke liye usi time pe aaya karti.Ek din jab main waha se gujar raha tha to meri ek book gir gyi. Usne mujhe hello kar k pukara. Awaaz sun kar meri body me current ka jhatka laga. Maine dekha to wo meri tarak aa rhi thi. Yr uske boobs jumping kar rhe the aur uski kamar to left right left. Wo mere paas aayi. Book abhi neeche hi padi hui thi. Wo jab book uthane k liye. Your wrists fly over the keyboard. Let's dance again, please. One Two. Eight fingers hit eight keys. Eight hammers hit eight strings through their cover of felt. A moan, too slowly smothered, pierces the night. Fear and anger whistling between closed nails. Un soupir. One crotchet of rest and an exalted cry rises in perfect rhythm. Is that so? You play the next few notes and she moans again, faster and softer. Behind the thin curtain, a skilled interpret plays a sensible instrument. A naughty. . ." She picked up speed in both processes, and I could feel myself going over the edge. She knew it too, we did this too often for us not to know. "Mmm Ally are you enjoying this as much as I am?" She purred.My shallow breathing was getting even faster, and I answered her while I was teetering over the edge into the ocean of my orgasm."SARAH!!!!!" I tried to contain the orgasm that was wracking through me, and then I succumbed to its power and let its waves wash over me. "Oooh Allyson that.