I sympathized with her and let her know that I once was in a similar predicament."I'm not really looking for a relationship," she slurred."What are yo... looking for?" I asked.She reached over the table between us, bringing her head inches from mine.I could feel her hot breath wafting on my face. It smelled mostly of alcohol with hints of strawberry and some other fruity flavour,probably from the gloss on her lips."You tell me." She whispered as she brushed my lips with hers; just a touch not. So I am there, fondling myself...the pre-cum beginning to flow. I love to wipe the pre-cum off my cock and bring it to my lips. I heard faint footsteps and then I heard the tap in the sink being opened. I waited. The shadows changed through the hole. Someone had entered the stall next to mine and shut and locked the door. I saw nicely shaped legs and nice thighs. I bent down ever so slightly to see a bit of his torso. Then I saw it. A beautiful, smooth cock, fully erect and my visitor’s right. I grabbed a tit in each hand, and she guided my morning hard into her pussy up to the root. She reached under, took my balls holding me in and preventing be from stroking. Her pussy muscles contracted and pumped me until I blew my load deep inside her pussy. We showered together and as we departed she queried ‘Tonight?’ ‘7:30 in the bar.’ George and I left for our conference. It was going to be a long day! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tuesday’s conference came to a close.. I’d be driving us home from the gym and Mom would reach across from the passenger seat and try to wrap her thumb and forefinger around my bicep. “Gee, honey. Looks like all those bicep curls have been paying off,” she would say, giving it a few squeezes. “You must be swotting away the girls.” I shrugged. I was. My birth mother had been a stunner like Mom and thankfully I’d inherited my looks from her, not Dad. I was six-foot-one, broad shouldered and confident. I’d lost my virginity when.