"We can ride in my car," her husband said, fumbling for the keys. "I'll ride with him," Christine said, taking the stranger's arm. "You're drunk, I sh...uldn't ride with you." This made sense to her husband because he was drunk, and he didn't want to argue, since he was about to see something awesome. Christine got in the car with the Asian man and said "Lose him." He backed out, made three quick turns and her husband was nowhere in site. "You want me to drive you home now?" the man said. That is when, the guy noticed our cocktails and spoke to her in Hindi, I believe, he asked her if she wanted one. We knew they were Indian, so we were comfortable again. When he went to get the drinks, I gave a look at her and said hello, after all they were just next to us. He brought two cocktails and gave one to her. They chilled and at one point she took off the wrap and got into the pool and the guy was just on his phone. Looking at her gave me an errection. Her ass was rounded and moved. While we were talking it had softened a little but, still standing in front of me, he grabbed it and started to stroke the full length of it. It was amazing. With 3 or 4 strokes it was hard as steel again with that head glowing red like crazy. He started to go a little faster and I knew I better stop him. Ok Jimmy, thats enough. Move your hand away and let me see how it is. Before he had a chance to object, I reached out and put my hand around his shaft and slowly stroked it the length. Her green eyes and tan complexion hardly needed any, but the few accents she applied served her well. She had chosen to wear glasses instead of contacts today to give her a more serious look. It also, she knew, played well… the sexy librarian might be a cliche, but it was one men always responded to. This job was what she had worked so hard for over the last few years and she was going to use everything she had to make it hers. At ten o’clock sharp, she knocked softly on the conference room.