Rushing home as fast as I could soon had me running. I suddenly realized my heart was pounding. When I was only half way home my lungs felt like they ...ere on fire and my veins were pumping pig iron, but I still didn't slow down. When I got to my room I was out of breath. I kicked off my shoes and turned on my computer before collapsing on my bed. Mommy wouldn't be home for at least two hours and that was good.Unsnapping my jeans I wriggled out of them and kicked them to the floor. Bending my. … "falling in love with you," I said. She had anger in her beautiful eyes but I thought I saw a glimpse of something else. Something more. "No you don't," she said, getting up from the chair, moving across the room. "You don't get to say that to me, Micky. Not that. We're business partners. Nothing more." I snatched hold of her arm and pulled her close. "Get the fuck off me!" she spat, pushing me away. Like a cool romeo, I made my move. Oh, she looked so fine. I kissed her, mashing my lips. We were now a little further away from the bars and the outside drinkers, but there were still people walking within a few yards making their way to the station.Pressed up against each other, I knew Cathy could feel my hard cock through our clothes and as I used one hand to caress her very sweet arse, the other on a breast, I felt her hand move round to rub against my erection, and our kissing grew in intensity. I slipped the hand that had been on Cathy's breast down her office shirt to the top. Or maybe the pirates own the place.”The waitresses were a mix of Polynesian and Western girls, and the dress code involved short sarongs, bikini tops, and flip-flops. Nobody cared if you smoked. Nobody cared if you had one too many and had to get thrown out by the bouncer, an overweight Samoan covered in tattoos. Nobody cared if a couple of guys started arguing at the end of the bar and started arm wrestling. Dinner was some excellent seafood and a few strong drinks. At one point, Steve.