" Yeah, I guess. But those guys will probably hit on anything with tits." Were you thinking about sleeping with any of them?"Wow. Pretty direct, right... "Well...thinking about it..." I said, trying to be coy. "But then I saw you."Her smile grew just slightly. She leaned in closer and my breath caught in my throat. "Would you like to go somewhere quieter?" Do you mind if I get noisy?"She grabbed the bottle of champagne and led me by the hand to the door. One thing I noticed when we stood up was. While cooking was in process we were both sharing wine straight from the bottle … .Whenever he would hug me … I could sense him rising and making it large ;)He being the perfect lover went off for a while to set the stage and returned after around 10 mins or so … And had also put on the songs … .And I had swinging to them in the kitchen when he returned and put his hands on my bare waist … .What a feeling it is when one is dancing to the songs softly swinging the waist and ur love comes over. The driver watched me. I felt dirty as he gawked at me. I felt like a common whore, undressing in front of him. Then I realized I kind of was. I was about to have sex for money. I let go of my inhibitions, and found myself getting slightly aroused. I folded my dress, placed it on the ground, then took of my bra and panties, placing them carefully folded on top of my dress. I placed my purse on top of that. I felt the eyes of the driver on my body as I walked to the table.I put a little swagger. It started out like a normal conversation, with talk about how we couldn't wait to see each other and then somehow made it to sentences that turned me on even more than I already was. There was something about his voice that had the most innocent words seem so dirty. So one thing turned into another and I had him telling me the things he wanted to do to me, my hand had somehow found its way between my legs and I was so wet I could feel it through my panties. My cunt was swollen and throbbing.