“I see you do not have a drink. May I buy you a drink? I asked. “Yes, thank you. I will have a screwdriver.” I signaled the bartender and ordere... her drink. Over the next hour and several drinks we chatted and got acquainted. I explained that I worked nearby, but did not normally frequent the downtown bars, but it had been a shit day, and I needed a drink and thus here I was. I explained I was divorced with no children and lived in the burbs. She explained she worked and lived downtown and this. "And a bit," I mumbled. A bit is important if you're only eighteen."Have you had any health issues recently other than the one you're here now for?"I stuck out my lower lip thinking. "Uh, no. Not really. The odd cold maybe." Are you on any medication?" No."I could feel Mom staring at me like a hawk as the basic questions became more personal.The Doctor smiled at me. "What about relationships?" she asked, "Girlfriend?" she paused, "Boyfriend?" Uh," I replied, "No, not really and definitely. She wasn’t even horny! Not after the last little bit with Sonia.Then why did it feel like her panties were damp again?She crossed the room and grabbed a throw pillow. Lifted it high, she brought it down hard on his abdomen. She’d aimed for his crotch, but changed direction at the last minute.“Oof!” he grunted and folded in half.“Wake up, and get dressed!” She ordered him, angrier than she knew she should be, but not caring. What was he even doing out here alone?“No more…” he moaned, still not. As soon as I get close to you, you tell me "after you," and gesture me into one of the stalls. You walk in after me and close the stall and lift my dress up. I feel the head of your cock glide up my thigh and push my panties to the side as you just slide right in. I hold myself up on the wall of the stall and kick my legs around you as you start getting harder and faster with the motions. I'm moaning and moaning and I'm getting louder and louder as you push me closer to my limit and then we.