My friends Lilly worked at the coffee shop and rushed over to my table. "Nice Shelly. He is a doll. He has tea here every morning and I just absolutel... lust over him. He's so, I don't know, dignified. How'd you get up the nerve to ask him out?" I don't know. It just sort of happened." I wondered if Craig knew he was making the young girls of our town so hot. When he came back to the table Lilly stuck around a moment, despite my not introducing her, my attempt to tell her to beat it. She was. After I was all dressed I fixed my make up, sprayed some perfume on,slid my coat over my outfit and walked out to my car. It was a coolnight with a light breeze. I could feel the cool air caress my barethighs under my coat. The thrill of being dressed, or not dressed, likethe slut I was going to be tonight started to make my cock rise. I hadto think of something else. At least until I got in the Earl. When I arrived I turned my dome light on and fixed my make up before Igot out of my car. I had. Circular massaging of my throbbing clit alternating with shallow dips inside brought me to the edge. My food went mostly untouched, the distraction too great.John only stopped when we saw the waiter approaching to clear the first course. But his fingers stayed on me and the pressure alone nearly caused me to orgasm in front of the young man. I saw him steal a glimpse at John's big hand covering my indecency before he scurried away blushing. As soon as he'd gone John clamped his mouth over mine. Seeing him on a weekly basis was not satisfying my needs. I looked daily in the Melbourne papers at the Classified Advertisements for jobs. It was early in February that there was a job position vacant in the heart of Melbourne, Collins Street of all places; here the big businesses and money is. I applied for the job and was short listed for an interview. I was the lucky winner from 6 other interviewees and I had the job. I could now be with Hunter every day. We were back.