I finally decided it was time to do just that, so after carefully dressing in a sexy skirt (no panties) and low cut top, a heavy hand with the makeup,...I headed out to a local, very popular upscale hotel bar. I decided not to tell him about it until afterward…. As kind of a surprising tale for his trip home.Nervous to be sure, but I figured worst case, I’d just have a glass or two of wine and have some nice, safe conversation with others at the bar. There weren’t very many single guys this. We take the Ecstasy with a swig of water, and I'm just wondering what happens next when Kate says:"I noticed how much you like to watch, well, even though I've got you here, I don't want to waste that lovely veg, soooo think I'm going to open my bum up with one of those butternut squashes ... you'll enjoy that, won't you?"I blushed a bit, like I'd been caught out, still not used to being so honest, to being understood by someone"Yeah ... I suppose I do like watching. One of my blokes played. She makes it sound like an annoyance to her but it's increasingly making me more frustrated. I start saying things like "I bet they can't stop staring when you're doing your squats" and "Of course they hit on you I bet they love English girls". All of which she'd shrug off but still she'd mention each time that she was hit on.Not long after her telling me I start looking up interracial porn to relieve my frustration. Frustration that I couldn't be there to have sex with her and thinking of all. Someone spread my legs to get a better view of my vagina, but the I felt him licking my cunt.We were all having real fun when I thought where is my love? I could not get the feel of his big cock any where. I somehow raised my head to look around and found him sitting on a chair with a bottle of beer enjoying my ****. He was fully clothed. I pushed every one away and went to him and sat in his lap. Pulled one of his hands over my breast and asked, Have you become angry with me darling? And began.