I head to the bar and get two shots, vodka straight up. The liquid fire sliding down my throat is a reminder of the fire I’ll be feeling between my ...ower lips in a few minutes. I order a third vodka, on the rocks. I turn to survey the bar again, leaving him until last. Our eyes meet and lock as I take my drink to a table near his. Luck is on my side, this corner is deserted, I sit facing him. We just there staring at each other sipping our drinks. After a bit I slowly work the palms of my hands. It should have hit me then. Cause he quickly got his keys out of his pocket and easily handed them to me,then half ass hung on to me going up 4 steps to the porch,his hands wee all over me acting like he could hardly walk. In the house he sat down telling me to put his keys on the dresser in his bedroom,I did. Back in the livingroom he asked me to get him a beer,and I could have one or a pop. Getting that for him,in the mean time he had taken off his shoes and socks and shirt. We set their. It was stressful for Erica, because the performances were scheduled for the last week in January and the sets were not done yet. The ones that were finished were so beautiful they made her heart ache. Tabitha Jenkins had become the de facto supervisor of the finishing of the artwork on the sets. Not only did she draw out the scenes on the flats, and number them for painting, she taught other kids how to do the painting itself, blending things together, where needed, to achieve one effect, and. I am not wearing much, a blouse, no bra, a short skirt, a skimpy, black g-string and heels. I hold Jame’s gaze and smile as I remove my skirt first then turn with my legs apart. “Like my ass James?”“Yes I do, now lick my nipples. They are like bullets for you Sarah,” he tells me as I softly nibble them and slide my hands over his chest with his hands on my ass as he slides my g-string off.“Have I aroused you enough James?,” I tease as I slide his jeans down to his ankles and take his very erect.