Even though I'd lived on my own for several years, the house seemed terribly empty without her. To occupy the time, I fired up my computer to catch up...on my emails. I was persuaded some years ago to set up several email accounts, one of which is just for putting on forms when I don't really trust the organisation, which means it gets a lot of spam and only occasionally something I want to keep. Then there's a hotmail account for friends, and the account I use for feedback on my writing. Like. I started rubbing her stocking legs and worked my down to her heels. She laid back and closed her eyes. I don't know if she was reliving the earlier event or was in the present tense. All I know is I was getting harder by the second. Her breathing relaxed and I think she drifted off to sleep or just plain passed out. Still don't know...and frankly really don't care. All I know is I have a pair of sexy nylon feet in stilettos on my lap.....and she put them there. The door was open and I was. My inadequate masturbation while looking at nude pictures of women had never given me this kind of sensual explosion. As she stared into my eyes she twirled her tongue around the head several times then up and down the bottom side as she slowly pushed the entire length to the back of her throat. I was rigid all over, holding as still as I could for fear of loosing control. In less than a minute I was ready to spurt my load of semen but was just managing to hold back. Her throat was constricting. No one seemed to care what we were up to."Tell you what, I need to get rid of some beer. What about you," I asked her as I started gliding out of the booth. She was moving also."I could do the same. I'll just come too," she answered and was right with me.I took her hand, grinning, and we quickly moved to the restrooms. I tried the Mens' room. It was occupied. Tried the Ladies'. It was occupied. Damn. I grabbed her hand and we tried another door. The broom closet. That would work.As I pulled her.