The taxi dropped me outside ANDY'S BAR & SPORTS CLUB. I walked inside and there were about eight guys drinking at the bar and four guys playing pool. ...s I'd hoped, I was the only woman in there. I sat at the fourth barstool and the bartender asked what I wanted. I told him I wanted to be fucked, hard and often. You could have heard a pin drop. The guys playing pool stopped and walked towards the bar.The bartender asked me to repeat my order. I said it again, only much louder. 'I WANT TO BE. She is growling in my ear, “Fuck my tight wet little pussy. Fuck me as hard as you can. Fuck me. Make me your slut.” Fuck it’s hot. I look out the window and see people getting off the lift. They don’t even glance in our direction. If they did, they would get to see me fucking my hot ass team leader. Knowing we might be seen makes me start to feel my climax coming. Kristen has one hand around my neck pulling me in while the other franticly rubs her clit. She is squealing with delight as I fuck. I rub myself against you but you don't wake up. I need you to fuck me again so I reach behind me lifting my panties and pushing your cock under them, trapping it between the silky material and my desperate, aching body. I shamelessy gyrate my hips, hoping the feeling in your cock will wake you up. My clitty strains against my panties and I rub it, maybe my moans will be enough to rouse you. Your hips start to rock, I wonder how long you can do this unconciously. The moments pass with teasing. The night and the zipper has had an effect upon you. I fold your pants and hang them up with the blouse. You are reclined, clad only in your bra and panties. As I approach you you say "Are you comfortable with this?" This question is unexpected. Perhaps I am not as subdued as I should be... "Why do you ask?" Puzzled as to whether I have performed my duty properly. Your reply is frank and to the point "You have a hard on" I am embarrassed not because of my physical excitement but because you.