'Just go down to the juke box, lift your dress high and slip your panties off, slowly and seductively, then walk back to me, all the time holding your...dress up high and then fold them and give them to me'.It sounded like forever and I was keen and excited but shit scared of being caught, so I blurted out, 'I cant'.He teased me with the fifty pound note, 'Go on take it and go down to the juke box and it will be over in minutes'.I looked around to make sure everything was in place and mentally. Yum! His fluid is delicious! A mix of whatever he had to eat or drink caused a yummy mixture to enter my mouth. I worked on getting more.Soon, after he finished grunting and spraying the yummy delivery, his slobbery cut member began to shrivel. I realized, from experience, that very soon he will realize that he reached his goal. I imagine guilty thoughts of his possible wife and family filled his head and he would quickly flee the joint. As his cock left my mouth, all I saw was a flash of light. Holding me from behind, the drapes open, the world right there.It's like we were daring people, challenging them to look over and seeus. Two sexual people, their passions in full flight, saying "fuck you"to propriety and normalcy, releasing their true preternatural instinctsto love from the inside out, with all our souls, with no limits, and noboundaries.No shame, no embarrassment, nothing but pride and love.He gave me his all. He fucked the living shit out of me.It's such an intense feeling. It was just an ordinary bra, if such a pedestrian word could be applied to the marvelous garments that so attracted me. Fading into the distance behind me were racks of bras hanging one over another. Only my nervousness in invading foreign territory kept me from rushing down the rows and fingering them to see what they felt like. I hadn't felt like this since I stood in front of the penny candy counter as a small child."Can I help you?" I started. My tongue was tied and I couldn't think of.