He stepped forward and reached under her blouse at the shoulders, releasing her blouse from her arms and helping it drop to the floor behind her. She ...tood there as he stepped closer and reached around her, finding the clasp behind her and releasing it. She felt her own hands cover the cups of her bra, not allowing it to fall to the floor. He planted a soft kiss on her neck and stepped away. She felt so vulnerable, even though she wasn’t naked. It would only take one slight motion for her to. And what had happened after Julie left? Sure, the girl had obviously sucked him off, but a stud like him would be ready to go by the time they got back to his place. He would probably spend the whole night and half of Saturday morning fucking her in every position imaginable. How many times would he make her cum? Then Julie’s back arched and she let out a cry, her own orgasm radiating out in a luscious warm wave, the ecstasy of the momentary connection between pussy and brain flooding her. Gary. I lay awake, trying to work out what had happened that evening.The answer should have been, nothing. Because nothing actually happened.And yet.It had just been a simple drinks party for grown-ups, a party put on by Mum’s friend, Brenda. I was there to serve, to be the waitress, complete with a black skirt, black shoes, and a school white shirt.I was already sixteen, but since I wasn’t in the sixth form yet I wasn’t getting paid very much, but it all helped. A teenage girl needs to have some. I am really looking forward to that because the navigator slot is a bit tedious, I am afraid."Fiona looked closely at the well-spoken young man. She wished her nieces and nephews could converse in such a refined manner instead of the jargon of texting and slangy expressions. She estimated that she was at least 35 years older than he and was fearful he would consider her far too old for a good old-fashioned "roll in the hay"."Please call me Fiona, Captain Ramses and I will call you Ram because.