We’re talking about all the stuff we have in common, talking about work, talking about people and how they behave, talking about the wait staff and ...he other punters. He loves the way I get a kick out of his stories and he becomes more animated once he knows he’s in safe territory. I want to know all about the characters in his stories, how he feels about them, why they reacted in a certain way, what that means to him. He’s telling me about an encounter he had with a guy. How when he was. ” He groaned as his fingers clutching my hair, became gentle slowly running up and down the satiny length. “You did well my sweet.”He slipped out of my mouth, and I hear the rustling of his clothes as he removed them. His hands gently lifted me pulling me against his hard body. I melted against his chest my face hidden in his neck the scent of aftershave encircling me as he holds me tenderly.“The bed is just behind you, climb up and lay on your back.”His fingertips and lips were soft against my. I told him what you and I wanted to do and he agreed to help us. He’s really a nice guy. I know you will like him. I met him a few months ago at the coffee shop near where I work. He and a few of his friends are there most mornings and we have become close.” “You do know this is a one time only deal, so it doesn’t really matter how I feel about him.” “I know. Babe I am so excited, I can’t wait until tomorrow night.” “Tomorrow night? This is happening tomorrow night?” “Yes, it’s the weekend and. But! He warned, that it gets very, very crowded and the dance floor gets packed like sardines and often people get felt up by strangers whilst dancing. Well that sounded like fun to me but I thought I better leave that bit of information out whilst telling Beth.She was really pleased when I told her we could go dancing that evening. She dressed really sexy, short black mini skirt and white top that was low cut in front. She doesn't wear a bra as her breasts are small but very firm. And of.