I have a hour and 45min until my poker game starts. So I start playing and I'm sitting in the 5th spot out of 6. To my left in the last spot is this ...ad bitch who looks Colombian with a huge rack and beautiful face and great thighs that I can see as she is sitting down. I want her which is why I sat at this spot at a 10$ table. To my right is a 60 yo white guy w his MILF wife blonde 40-50 nice little ass and breasts cute smile who is watching us play and a couple young white guys in the 1st. "I am soooo glad I had the guts to offer you a drink."I fall back giggling. "So am I, so am I!!"We cuddle, talk, kiss, cuddle, discuss each other's outfits, and I fess up to my stocking fetish and she says if I enjoyed tonight, there's more where they came from. We keep talking and I wonder if there will be a round two, or if I should ask to to spend the night, because I'm not 100% sure how she feels, but the talk gets sillier and sillier and eventually a pillow pops me and the only thing I can. I wanted him to look at her, I enjoyed him looking at her, yet it stung me when he did. I simultaneously felt like covering her with a towel and like pulling her bikini down.I was restless, my eyes furtive and uncertain. Every time May stood to adjust her towel, I watched his eyes, yet they stayed firmly in his book and I began to think my imagination was working overtime. My anxiety began to fade and I lay back as May was, eyes closed, listening to the gentle waves, the cries of children.. When we finally made our way to the bar, people just vacated their seats for us, or rather for her. She just sat there shamelessly, with her pussy half exposed, sipping on a free drink, on the house. From the corner of my vision, I could see one of the old guys being drugged out of the club by the security staff. As I turned back I could see a huge guy leaning against her back, grabbing her arse. Within seconds (according to my judgment) he was escorted out with a few violent pushes by the.