I cut through alleys a lot,because it's much faster than walking the streets and I knew this city well. Iknew it so well that I kept a knife with me a... all times just to be on the safeside. So when I hear a trash can being knocked over, I turned around, pullingout the blade. I didn't hear a cat's meow, so I called out at once. "Who'sthere?". Thenshe came. 5'2''-ish, red-headed petit young woman, no older than 19... well,not entirely petit, she had a very good pair of breasts just barely covered. She removed the wind breaker and I could see her tank top with the spaghetti straps.Her skin was pail white and soft to my touch. Mmmmmmmmmm was the only sound from her lips as she closed her eyes and rolled her head around. I started to kiss her neck right at the top of her spine which I soon found was a good choice. She soon turned around and locked my lips in a hard deep kiss. Our tongues were quickly jousting. After a few minutes of making out on the couch she grabbed my hand and walked me. I look around and find him in the corner. I head to the bar and get two shots, vodka straight up. The liquid fire sliding down my throat is a reminder of the fire I’ll be feeling between my lower lips in a few minutes. I order a third vodka, on the rocks. I turn to survey the bar again, leaving him until last. Our eyes meet and lock as I take my drink to a table near his. Luck is on my side, this corner is deserted, I sit facing him. We just there staring at each other sipping our drinks. After. Jennifer responded with a “Come in!” I stepped inside and announced refreshments. I returned with the tray and set it down on a large coffee table in front of the ladies. They barely looked at me, but continued chatting. I couldn’t help but glance discreetly at Mrs. Crawford. Her knee-length dress had ridden up slightly, and I was able to appreciate a small expanse of her nyloned thighs.“Will that be all, Miss?” I asked. Jennifer looked up briefly and simply dismissed me with a wave of her.