I freshen my make-up, reset my curly blonde wig and gird my neck with a long, orange silk scarf. I put on a pair of flat sandals, and without thinking...duereason, picked up the pair of black high-heels which had been on the kitchen table all afternoon. In the garage, I almost keeled over I was feeling so giddy, and had to place my free hand on the car roof above the drivers’ door as I took a few deep breaths.“Do you really want to do this? Stray outside of your safe, secure zone? Into the great. I swept some up with a finger and licked it off. That got me wondering when I would finally get a chance to taste her as she had me.I removed the dildo and Tonia straightened up. My cum had run down her tits when she was bent over, dripping on to the desk.“Fuck, you look hot like that,” I said, leaning back against a neighbouring desk.Tonia smiled and responded, “So do you. Let’s clean up and go home.”Ever resourceful, Tonia had a couple of rags in her backpack that we used as cloths to wipe. "This is for you, sweetie." She places it on the bar in front of me."You are the hottest looking girl I've seen all week."As I feel myself blushing, "Thank you for the drink and compliment. You are very hot yourself."Taking a sip, I ask, "Who is this from?" From me sweetie. Drinks are on the house, love."She turns and works her way down the bar continuing serving her other patrons. I decide to switch the remote to level ten; wow that feels amazing! It's all I can do to not make a scene as the. She holds my gaze a little longer each day. That is a smile. Getting bigger each day. After two weeks, every day, she drills into my eyes before looking away. Mischief in her beautiful eyes.Then one day, she holds my gaze drilling into me. Her gaze touches my clitoris. I shiver. I look away first. The balance has shifted in her favour. I walk on. I am moist. My clitoris sensitive from her gaze.I get home. I masturbate hard, fast. I cum. Those eyes burned on my retina. The memory of the gaze.