His heart was palpitating faster. ELSA: Okay, Ill tell you. But dont be mad, okay? KYLE: Okay… ELSA: You promise? KYLE: I promise. Tell me…. ELSA:...Initially, no. The guy wanted to dance too close, but I told him to give me some space. The song wasnt meant to be danced that way… But the next song was. KYLE: I thought you said you only danced once! ELSA: Oh, babe, dont be mad. It was just this one song with one guy, nothing more… KYLE: Okay, I wont be mad. But tell me the whole story. First you. When the night came, I wore a red satin blouse, a black leather mini skirt and black patent 5" heels. We went out for a nice meal and then had cocktails at another bar and I tried to give my husband a handjob under the table because we were both primed but he said he wanted to wait until later.At 12:45 we headed back to the car with me in the passenger seat and my husband in the back seat. At 3 minutes after 1 am Ryan got in the driver's door and sat down. He didn't say a word - he grabbed me. “Not sayin’ you’re into it. Just saying I’d fuck that hot piece of ass!” Doug shook his head. “Barkeep,” he yelled.Pip came over.“Close me out,” Doug said.At the end of the interaction the Kentucky Colonel left a twenty dollar tip.Pip scooped it up with joy. “You want another, Mr. Mullins. I’m off soon. Just letting you know.”“I have something to ask you. Lean close!”“Yes, sir?”“That dude said you’re into me. Why would he say that?”“Cause you’re a sexy bear of a man. Rough looking. Most. He kept going, driving, pushing, slamming through her clenching. The steady, building pressure never reached that point of sustained tension like when he’d had his head between her thighs. Instead, the cresting of the pleasure seemed to come out of nowhere, well before she thought it would. She was not ready. Her cry exploded out from her chest, a long, wavering note that announced her rapture to the entire cove.It stopped abruptly, her hands clamping down over her mouth. Her eyes went wide and.