I looked down the bar to seethis guy's eyes fixed on me. I swear, no man has ever looked at me that waybefore. It was like something out of a nature m...vie. This guy looked likehe wanted to own me. For the first time, I felt a little uneasy.I picked up the shot, and looked down the bar. I guess that was this guy'scue, because he began walking through the crowd towards me. I slammed theshot to steel my nerves as this guy approached. He stood right in front ofme, closer than you would in a normal. Not just the touch of lust, but the touch of love. A simple brush against my skin and suddenly I'm captivated by you. I yearn for you. Touch me again. Not just in my most sensitive or private parts, but anywhere that your loving hands may choose. Your fingers gently trace around my lips, sliding to the side of my face... my neck. Your kisses are perhaps my favorite. Lips so soft and appetizing. So delicately you press your lips to mine. The blood seems to rush through my body, settling in. Reaching down, I put my hand down the front of her shorts and was pleasantly surprised that she was not wearing any panties. As my fingers touched her clean shaven pussy, I could feel her body tremble. Maggie then slightly reclined her seat, now with my thumb and forefinger rubbing her clit I looked over to her and she had pulled her top up exposing her breasts. (It was now daylight.)Maggie was sucking on both of her index fingers, then rubbed her nipples getting them wet. She reached down with. He moved behind me and covered my eyes, securing it behind my head. He run his hands across my hips and down onto the cheeks of my ass, squeezing playfully. ‘Are you the Slut of my dreams?’, he asked, his mouth at my ear as he lifted the material of the dress up over my hips and held it at my waist. I gasped at the idea of my smooth shaven pussy so visible and on show and the cold evening air made me shiver. He snaked a hand around my waist and brought it to my pussy. My hands still at my side,.