.. drink?"Ray shook his head. The song was over and he'd missed Marta talking to him. She waved her hand in front of his face and repeated herself. "I...said, can you get me another drink?" Ray apologized for his inattention, and squeezed out between the booth and Marta's backside as she moved to give him room. He sucked in his breath, feeling the stirrings of an erection he hadn't been aware of as he slid past.When he got back to the booth with her club soda and his Tom Collins, Marta was. She put her clothes in the hamper and then turned around and looked at the window. She smiled and said, “It’s about time you showed up, I’ve been waiting for you, Chris. Come on and get yourself in here.”I sat there for a minute, shocked and confused. She repeated the invitation so I got up, raised the window enough to get my body through and entered her bedroom. I looked around expecting her to tell me to be quiet or something but she didn’t. Instead she said, “Don’t worry, my folks are out. Looking for what I though would be the biggest, I pulled a carrot. Not too long by quite stumpy.Walking back Pam saw what was in my hand and said, “oh now, that is not” I cut her short, “oh yes is is” I affirmed, and washed it under the outdoor tap.As I leaned forward I kissed Pam’s neck and said that if she did I’d fill her nickers for her. She made a grab for my bobbing cock but I pulled back to my original position and told Pam to begin.“I’ve never done this before” she said, “It’s just. How would you like it if kids called you “Jack Off Peter” and you couldn’t argue back? It was his name. His last name wasn’t any fun, either. That is why he used his initials JP whenever he introduced himself. He could honestly say it was his name and preferred his friends to call him that.JP led a dull and boring life. Nothing exciting ever happened to him. At 26, he managed to scrap past college and worked a 9 - 5 in a cubicle at a non-descript building. Sometimes he felt his life was like.