She was actually and quiteprobably right.She continued, "How was your apartment?" Tiny. Especially going from the big home my parents left me. I sleep...in mykitchen which is my living room and bathroom." Well, in Virginia you may pay pennies on the acre for property, here wepay dollars on the inch. The only reason I'm in a place this big is it wasan abandoned workhouse from the from the Depression. No wants this propertyon this side of town. Too many ... artistic ... types (she too, used. I raced around cleaning up and closing the pub down. It was only as I was letting the Chef out the door I realised I had not seen Jacqui in a few hours. I went behind the bar again and through the door to the back rooms and her office.I knocked on the door and she told me to come in. The office was a glorified, adapted storage room, with a bar table as a desk and a crazy-old looking PC, some boxes of files and the office chair Jacqui was sat in. Today there was also a half-drunk bottle of wine. " I said."Oh, so you're a cougar?" he asked.I looked down the beach, pointed toward Debbie, and said "No, she's a cougar." So you've never been with a college guy?" Sweety," I replied, "I've been with lots of college guys, but only at the spa. I don't date."Now, of course, that wasn't exactly true, I've fucked college men before. As most college men do, Chip was starting to think with his dick, and I could tell that he was trying to get me out of my bikini. He was very cute, and I was horny,. His eyes are fixed on my red lips as they glide up and down his shaft and I feel him grow slightly as he gets closer to cumming.His cock points directly at me as I release it from my mouth. I begin to stroke him, his hips gently rocking back and forth as his orgasm grows. Before he reaches the point of no return I stop, I circle his head with my tongue getting it nice and wet before putting just my finger and thumb around his head in an 'okay' gesture. I gently rub it back and forth, watching.