When he arrives, she seductively signals that he should bring his face closer to hers. When he does, she begins to gently caress his full beard.“Are...you the manager?” she asks, softly stroking his face with both hands. “Actually, no,” the man replied.“Can you get him for me? I need to speak to him,” she says, running her hands beyond his beard and into his hair.“I’m afraid I can’t,” breathes the bartender. “Is there anything I can do?”“Yes, there is. I need you to give him a message,” she. I could feel the soft pads of her fingers working their way into my sore flesh, and my cock began to throb with need.I closed my eyes and tried to imagine that Dianne didn't see the bulge in my underwear. She was unaware of my arousal, and I was relieved. But then her hands paused. Nervous, I opened my eyelids and looked at the woman straddling me. Her face was locked on the bulge in my boxers. My face turned bright red, and I moved my hands down to cover my crotch, bringing even more attention. "It was as though she was forcing me to get stressed as I tried to find words to answer her, "He's working," I suddenly realized I was still standing by the wall like a naughty girl."Come here girl and say that like you mean it."Girl, girl I'm twenty-seven years old but I still walked forward and said, "I'm telling you he's at work".Her stony eyes glared at me, "And I'm telling you he's probably fucking his secretary."It took a moment for what she had said to sink in and when it did I almost. Once we got to the point where our hands were under each others clothes we decided to go to the sofa. It was only then I remembered the boyfriend, as he was sitting in a seat watching us, with his cock out, rubbing it gently. As we sat on the sofa she hitched up my dress and slid her hand into my tights and panties and started rubbing my pussy. I followed her lead. I then took over and undid her dress and started to play with her boobs. She followed my lead this time. Not long after we were.