"It depends, do you want something that'll make you act like him-" I asked, pointing to the man drunkenly dancing on a poor lady (presumably his wife)... "-or him?" I asked, pointing to the man passed out in the corner. She laughed. "Neither, I guess." She stuck out her hand. "Leila." I shook her hand. "Andrea." I began to wipe up the bar, seeing that it was close to closing. "What brings you out here?" "My girlfriend," She replied, much to my shock. She had a persona that made it seem like she. I had hoped, before the Atlanta trip, that I'd get to pitch in Turner Field, but now that I was a "starter," my turn wasn't coming up and it was highly unlikely I'd be called upon. Too bad. Pitching in the Big Leagues, and especially in Atlanta, had been a longstanding fantasy of mine. Of course, growing up, I had envisioned myself wearing a Braves' uniform for the occasion.Maybe if I had still been the long reliever, I would have seen some action in that first game, because Atlanta pounded us,. The short version is that Jessica decided she wanted me, but was afraid I wouldn’t be able to hack her clinical rotation schedule, her studying, and worse, her Internship and Residency. From her perspective, it provided what she needed.”“And the long story?”I nodded and began telling the story. We finished our steaks, had dessert and coffee, and then went to the bar for a drink before I finished.“Unbelievable,” she said. “I do have to say that was a unique solution your wife found.”“Pretty. I want you to you fuck my ass.”Suddenly, I took off my flannel shirt and leaned back in the chair. I was so horny. I grabbed my tits and rubbed them, pinching and twisting my nipples. I unzipped my jeans and squeezed my hand in, spreading my legs, extending them towards him. Looking into his eyes, I placed my hand on my mound inside my tight jeans and started rubbing myself. The seam of my jeans pressed against my fingers. I closed my eyes as I moved my fingers in and out of my dripping pussy,.