I put it in my pocket, and ran my hand up and down the insides of his thighs, “mmmm that’s good” he said. Then I rubbed over his erection throug... his pants and he moaned. Unclipping his trousers and pulling them down to his ankles his cock was hard and the outline showed through his undies, taking his pants off over his ankles I bent down and ran my tongue over him.As he groaned I slipped off his briefs and his cock was about 5” but rock solid. Moving my tongue up and down his shaft and down. The weekend went by all too fast and Monday came around again and we found our selves back at work then that call come that meant I would be going out of town again. That night I took Chris out for dinner at a very upscale restaurant when we got home we made love like we would never see each other again. The next morning it was off to another nameless city and another nameless company to do another demo in hope of another sale. This time when I opened my bag not only did I find a bra. The pub was one I wasn’t familiar with and appeared quite small from the outside.As we walked in we entered a fairly small bar area, there were a couple of 30 ish blokes standing at the bar and a black woman late 30’s behind the bar.Bill asked “where’s Ken?” to the woman, “in the back room setting up “ the woman said and laughed, “ is this tonight’s?”.Bill laughed and we walked through the bar and down a short corridor and into a back room.We walked in the back room and there was a 50 ish bloke. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't fantasized about her. I was single and hadn't really had any action for an embarrassingly long time. When she came over in a tight shirt, with her nipples poking out, I found it hard not to stare. When she wore yoga pants and bent over to pick something up, I looked at her panty lines (or lack of) and imagined what she was wearing under. And of course, I thought about fucking her when I lay in my bed listening to her shrill cries and moans as they had sex. I'm.