The soft music playing in the background was already having a soothing effect on her psyche. When she neared the bar the regular hostess, Fran, smiled...broadly and offered, "Good evening, Mz. Watkins, and what may we do for you this evening?" She hadn't realized how really tense she was, so after a moment's thought she replied softly, "I think I'll have a spike and a pussy!" Very good, Ma'am," Fran replied smoothly, "please follow me!" Down at the far end of the bar were several empty stools.. “Ohhhh dammmmnnn, baby!” she cried, pushing back against my hand.I just grinned evilly and slapped her garter covered ass playfully, pulling my fingers from her back door as I did so. She shivered but said nothing.I dropped my trousers even further and moved up to stand on the bumper. I lifted my cock, feeling for the dripping tunnel entrance that waited hungrily for my hot rod. Kitty moaned a little as I found it, and pushed forward just enough to keep it in place as I placed one hand on. “Well in that case why don’t you do the honors?” she said as she stepped closer to him gently pushing him deeper into the shadows. She took his big manly hands and guided it to her wetness, and she moaned softly when his big finger penetrated her pussy. “Mmmm!” she moaned as she back into him grinding her round per ass into his tortured erection as she humped his finger. It was all so awkward because they were both fully clothed, yet it was so exciting too. As her ass began to buck wilding. I mean, I never regretted it. In fact, I used to think about it all the time. Whenever I'd see him in the hall, I'd secretly wish he do something... take me into the boys room and make me finish the job... something like that."Damn..." Yeah, but he had a girlfriend, and he wouldn't even admit it had happened at all." Jesus. And I thought I was the one with the bomb today." Yeah. You know... you know how I said I don't know what kind of man I'm looking for? Well, maybe what I'm looking for.