For one fleeting instant, Marty thought she had seen him, and worried that she was going to open the shutters and expose him. Instead, he moved to ano...her split in the wood, and saw that she was preening herself in the glass, wearing only the blue panties. She placed her hands on her flat stomach, and stood on her tiptoes. She pivoted on one foot, and faced the glass.Marty saw her hands snake down her legs, and then come up between her thighs. One hand felt over her breasts, while the other. The neat thing about a vibrator is that, when used properly, you can make a woman got from almost-there to over-the-edge with just a touch. When I touched her clit, I swear, you could almost see a spark. Ok, so maybe it wasn’t a literal spark, but it had the desired effect. For just a moment, my pet’s body simply froze, then she seemed to ‘explode’, spasming and jerking as my pet threw her head back and screamed. The feeling of her pulsing on my dick was too much. It was time.I was glad. Wednesday nights working at the bar were pretty hit-or-miss. Some nights were good and some were really slow. She hoped that she would have a little fun at work, but wasn’t holding her breath. The night was pretty steady, with a lot of her ‘regulars’. Some of them liked to flirt with her, and she played along well with them, as she was in the safety of the bar, and it ended up getting her better tips. As it started to slow down about 11:30pm, a group of three guys came in. One of them was. But she knew she had never looked better than she did at this age. There was a sensuality to her that seemed to radiate from her. And men her own age bored her.They were either dull or poor company, or bitter and angry against women in general, wanting only a sexual fling with no strings attached. God, she hated that phrase anymore. How could sex be fulfilling with a stranger? She wanted to know her lover, inside and out. She wanted to fulfill his fantasies, and her own. She had always told her.