South beach is famous for this. People walk by while you eat. We ordered our food and got drunk on margaritas. The looks and stares she was getting...was crazy. Dudes couldn't take their eyes off of her. I even got a couple of nods, like they knew I was getting laid that night. We decided to walk a little after we ate but it was hard for me with my constant erection. We talked about dancing but I had to fuck her with those boots on! We made it a couple of blocks before we couldn't take it. Somehow despite watching Ben chug an entire flute of beer and James wear a whole stack of napkins as origami hats, I was bored. Not bored from a lack of entertainment, which was plentiful, but bored with life's offerings. I had a promotion. I was with my best friends at an albeit low end establishment. But somehow I had the suspicion, sat at the bar taking a moment to myself, that I wanted something else.By that, I mean I was looking at the pretty dame across the floor.She was only an okay. When she spoke, she said they were messy because she had been thinking of me all day and was so turned on. I couldn't believe how sexy that was and I was curious, how the hell did she know I would want her dirty panties. I almost asked, but figured she must have just known, I'm a man and would love something so naughty.Casey looked at me, smiling as she kissed the head of my cock, then swallowing me deep into her throat. it felt so good, and her pussy on her panties smelled so good. Her mouth. She forced her eyes away from one spot in particular, but she felt a ping between her thighs. Like a sonar that kept sending out a constant homing signal. Growing in strength depending on how close the target was. ping ping ping during the school hours as she taught lessons. Ping Ping Ping on and off through the day at a sight of a certain brown haired head that was still nearly a head shorter than she was.And right now, it was like a gong going off between her legs. PING PING PING.Her eyes.