"That is the idea that you don't look like a spy. But to let you into a secret I spend my life in an office and the only things I ever shot before was...targets." I told him."You did good for a rookie," he said with a smile. "now how are you at flying a plane" Hopefully good for a rookie." I told him."Harris is that you up there?" came a voice through my headset."Yes Sir, we had a little fun up here. The actions all over but we are without a pilot." I told him."Are the controls locked Harris?" he. "You always want that. It's getting old," she frowned as she said it. Her face was flushed, whether from getting horny, or embarrassment, I couldn't tell. I leaned in and whispered, "O.K., I just know what I like, and I can't help but notice how intense you react when I'm buried balls deep in your tight little ass." "Here he comes", she said. "Who?", I asked turning to look over my shoulder in the direction she was looking. The young bartender ambled up and thanked us for the beer and. “Kinda, yeah,” I answered honestly, laughing. Then he made the move and put his arm around me, making my entire body tingle and tense up. He noticed and started to pull his arm back, but my hands instinctively grabbed his hand, pulling his arm back around my shoulder, trying to relax.“Sorry!” I cried out, “You don’t have to stop, I’m just so on edge.”“It’s ok,” he comforted me, “It’s just us here, and I’m nervous too, but...” he paused uncertainly, “I think I like you.”All I could do was stare. " She wiped her face and curled up on the sofa. I held her and turned on the t.v to lighten the mood. After about twenty minutes of watching mindless shows, I felt Tara's hand move onto my thigh. Strange, I thought but didn't mention it. Then she began to move her hand up. Further and further towards my naked clit. Still, I said nothing, though I began to get a little wet at the touch. Not taking her eyes off of the t.v, she traced my pussy lips with her fingers, gently brushing my clit as she.