She moaned on his mouth, twining her arms around his neck, effectively pushing them even more tightly together. Things were becoming more intense, and...he wanted nothing more than to keep going. But this was a public place and he wasn’t sure of her feelings. He was palming her breasts, loving the feel of the sharp points of her nipples in his hands. It wasn’t that chilly, was it? No, he decided, and slid his hands under her sweater, loving the feel of the satiny bra she was wearing, wanting. What could she do? Run, John didn't look all that healthy, he'd been in a Hong-Kong jail for ten years so he wouldn't be, but he may still catch up with her and then what?"I'm sorry, I don't know who you're referring to, Mr. err..." John, you can call me John. I'm sorry for disturbing you then Miss." That's perfectly okay John, well, I have to be going, good-bye" Good-bye, oh, by the way, what's your name?"Again Suzie felt the grip of panic, she had to say something. "Janice, my friends call me. Look, the whole Maggie the Fuck Bunny thing wasn't a smokescreen. This wasn't Maggie using sex to get love. I wasn't that pathetic, OK? My Dad loved me, my brothers loved me, my friends loved me. I was lonely in a certain way, true. But that's not what my promiscuity was all about. I had a lot of sex because I genuinely liked sex. And I mean that in a purely physical way. Orgasms rule, that's all there is to it. And I liked the feeling of being filled up by a guy.But, yeah, it was a way for me. When finally left the plane, Susan and I exchanged phone numbers. Although we talked quite often since we both traveled a lot for our respective companies so it took a couple weeks before we could make a date. To celebrate our finally getting together, we decided on a dress-update at a very nice restaurant that she had always wanted to try. When I arrived at her apartment, she didn’t disappoint in the dress-up category. She had on a black dress, short, with a halter top that was fairly low-cut..