As I stood up, she planted a big wet smooch on my lips and pressed her body into mine. I could just visualize her stripping and attacking me right the...e in the semi-private driveway.But she didn't. She let me turn her toward the house and we walked inside arm-in-arm.Just inside after closing the door, I turned her back to me and we embraced again, our lips locked together forming the only boundaries for our wildly gyrating tongues.When we finally broke apart several minutes later, I said,. I smiled back, but didn’t stop to talk to anyone. I was slightly nervous and wondered what we had gotten ourselves into. After getting our customary vodka tonics we sat down in two bar stools. I leaned in and said, “did you notice there are no men here?”“Yeah, that’s the point of Ladies Night, you know.”“Sure, but the ones I have been to back home might have a male bartender or a DJ. I see now men here, at all.”Kelly shrugged her shoulders, sipped on her drink and moved her body to the music.. She licked he lips as she felt a thrill of anticipation rush through her. What would he do to her today?Mr. Groves studied her for a moment, in her little tight fitting black skirt and that thin white blouse; it was so thin he could see her skin beneath it quite clearly. She had tied back her copper curls to keep them out of the way, and along with those big blue eyes of hers, it gave her that little school girl look that always made him hard for her.He reached out suddenly and tweaked at her. I thought things might change as I got older, but they didn't trust me to be in on my own all day, probably get into trouble or something. I was an only child, and I've always thought that made me a bit precious, and them a bit over-protective. At the time the events in this story took place I had just turned 16. I think Jean, the cleaner, must have been about 40 or so, maybe a little younger. She was a nice smiley lady, not very tall, almost too skinny, and, to be honest, a bit plain but with.