I slide my fingers under your soft panties and over your pussy lips. As I touch your clit you pull your lips away from mine and moan. You unzip my...pants and slide your hand on my cock. You stroke it back and forth as I rub your clit. I roll you on your side as we stare at each other. My hand moves faster and faster over your pussy. Your hand moves faster and faster on my cock. You softly moan in my ear as I insert two fingers inside you. Your hand slides over the head of my cock. Itreated myself to a very nice lunch and bought myself a new dress. SureI could have done all that anyway but there was a certain pride inpaying cash for all of this with my hard earned wages.I will admit working as I was gave me a new perspective on waiters,waitresses, servers, and bartenders. I have always been what Iconsidered a generous tipper. I was even more so now. I now know howhard they work and what they sometimes have to put up with. They earnevery penny you leave them and probably. " Then she went on to say, "POLISH YOUR NAILS, 3 COATS, ALONG WITH THE CLEAR. MAKE SURE YOU ASK THE BARTENDER IF HE LIKES YOUR COLOR!" Then as she handed me several women's mags from a bag she was carrying, "SIT LIKE A GOOD GIRL AND READ THESE MAGS, TWIRL YOUR LITTLE RINGLETS, I WANT YOU TO REAPPLY YOUR LIPSTICK EVERY HOUR! I'M GOING SKIING AND YOU'RE GOING TO SPEND THE DAY ON DISPLAY !!!!!"With that finished we were in the lodge and she pointed to where I was to sit. She told me she would be. You see she has cried, and wonder what got her so upset. "Can I sit with you for a moment?" she asks. "Sure! Go ahead. How are you?" you ask. She breaks down on your shoulder, sobbing unintelligibly. You pat her on the back, assuring her of anything and everything.You are pulled out of your moral support role and back into your lifeguard role by a loud yell. You look around to see who yelled, but the wind had picked up without you noticing and the waves were high. It also started raining and.