He could leave me bloody and bruised on the side of the road after taking all my money; hell it could be a group of backward thinking Neanderthals wan...ing to kill me. Or worse yet, he could destroy my life in another way; I was deeply, deeply closeted. No one knew I was attracted to men.I had spent the better part of my 29 year old life casually dating women and “working on my career.” And sure I loved the taste of a cunt and to a lesser extent the feeling of fucking one, but it’s never felt. . not a fake I-want-something-from-you smile, a real one ... and Bob, just on a by-the-way here mate, did I mention she was pretty! That was surreal. He thought he had made a bit of a fool of himself. Vicky was probably laughing about him with the other red-haired one right now.And man, was she strange? Beautiful too! He couldn't see her properly until she leaned in above Vicky ... she called her Vixen ... Vicky didn't like it ... and then he saw too much; right down her blouse, the tops of her. I choose a black outfit which consisted of a garter belt, stockings and a shelf bra and off to work I went. That mood stuck with me most of the day and on several occasions I hiked up my dress and played with my pussy in my office. I had been chatting with one of my Hamster friends and I suggested that I drive home with out my dress on and hoping others could see my in only my lingerie. He suggested that perhaps I should pay a visit to the Adult Theater which I thought was a good idea.After. One day, I just noticed her broadened hips, her B-cup breasts, her full lips. Most of all, I fantasized about Clara’s amazing ass. Few women of any age are endowed with such a distinctive, rounded behind. My Clara was sexier than her mother, who still turned heads all over town in her mid-thirties. I figured I wasn’t the only person who had naughty thoughts about Clara, but I was certainly the naughtiest of those entertaining such fantasies.My eyes closed, Clara’s imaginary ass – which I hadn’t.