The weather wouldnt usualy bother her but after her supossed friends cancelled going out everything seemed to annoy her.jess sat down on the sofa and ...tared at the pack of cigarettes on the coffee tablecontemplating whether to have a ciggie but instead chose to open the wooden box next to it.inside was her usual saturday requirments,a rolled up five pound note and a bag of charlie ."fuck it, said jess as she opened the bag and poared a little onto the table and snorting a line alot bigger than. She has kicked her high heels off and is dancing in her black pantyhosed feet. We dance for a while, not close dancing, but I’m definitely getting turned on, and she’s got that drunk “I’m getting frisky look.” I realize now my dick is hard and I don’t want to be too obvious. Then, a couple of songs later, it’s a slower song and we start dancing closer. Now I’m up close looking in those beautiful green eyes, smelling her perfume. I’m getting a nice view down her dress, her small cleavage, round. I get up and move over to join her, we exchange hellos, and begin talking as we always have, I let her know how bad I want to slide under the table and take care of her wet lips, and to taste her juices. She brings up her hand and two fingers are dripping wet, she lets me lick her finger clean. I hold her hand and we head off into the store. We find a nice quiet area in the back of the store, she leans forward to grab a book, and my hand is drawn to her ass, massaging it, and my fingers slip. The water was nice and hot, the room was steamy in a few seconds. She let the shirt fall to the floor and stepped into the shower. The water on her skin was like renewing herself. When she let it pour over her, it was like she was letting the worry and stress from the night before just disappear down the drain. She was like a new woman when she got out. When Chris woke, spit was pooled at the corner of his mouth. He rolled over, moving a hand over his mouth in a lazy fashion. When he looked.