I thought Horace would go make the drinks, but he stayed right there. He watched me undress but only when I wasn't looking. I could see him out of the...corner of my eye. I took off my boxer briefs and folded all my clothes on a chair. I looked at him. He went from my cock to my eyes and smiled."Time for those drinks...Manhattan...right?"I was a little self-conscience standing nude in a man's condo. But, in a way, it did feel sexy. I admitted that I enjoyed him looking at me that way. Horace. Oh well, he was here now, and knew that part of that cloud was due to the beers he'd already downed at the venues before. He may as well (ha!) try and enjoy himself, right? He followed his mates up the stairs to the new venue. It took his eyes a moment to adjust to the dimmed atmosphere of the club, but his eyes sought out the bar and he made his way over. As he paid for his drink and turned away from the bar, he noticed he had an unintentional perfect view of the stage. * She peeked out from. We made out until she realized how aroused I was becoming. She backed away, looked down and said, “Glad I’m not the only one!” “The idea of you being with me can’t possibly excite you as much as the idea of me being with you excites me.” “Wanna bet?” She took my hand and slipped it down the hollow that formed by her hipbones keeping the front of her jeans from being tight against her slightly sunken belly. Down she forced it, and beneath her panties and further down until my middle finger tip. She stood up and noticing nobody else around, she said thanks for all your help. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him in mock thanks for helping her looke for her pussy, I mean for her contact. He was happy and she rubbed his crotch while kissing him. he shot off in his pants. She noticed the wet spot and said I am so sorry. Did I do that. then she suggested they go to the wash room. The k** said we can use the tenants wash room it is less crowded. They walked to the washroom and he.