I was A cup.See looked at me with her luscious light green eyes, ''Want a drink?'' ''Oh, sorry was in a daydream.'' I said shaking my head. ''That's a...right.'' She replied.We started talking, and we got on well. After a few more drinks, I glanced at the clock it was midnight. ''Look at the time. I best go....'' Before I could finish my sentence, she kissed me. ''I'm sorry but I'...'' She kissed me again only this time she put her tongue in my mouth. It took me a second to get used to it but I. With one hand on the wheel, Icouldn't keep my other hand from just moving all over my skirtand feeling my bust through the blouse and back down to my legs.I reached up under my skirt and let the slip's lace show. Forthe first time in my dressing I started imagining that I wasdriving but that my husband/date was moving his hands all overmy legs and trying to feel my breasts while I told him to cut itout so I could drive us home. What was I now thinking?I was so into the feminine mode, I was. She had her hands on his hips, feeling the muscles flex over and over as he gave her the whole length of him again and again. She could hear him breathing faster, felt him moving faster, knew he wouldn’t last much longer, and then he bucked and screamed, and she felt him pulse inside her, shuddering. ‘Stay right there–‘ she said, and moved a few more times against him, till her own body dissolved and then shattered, and she rocked upward, whispering his name. He came down beside her and she. If I want to get laid, I just have to come here. These women sure love their jobs since they participate in extracurricular activities. Of course they're paid for it, though."Here you go, sir," the bartender says while handing me my alcoholic beverage. The dim red lights sparkle off of my glass. I take a sniff, smelling the sweet aroma of my bourbon. I tip the glass back, letting the liquid slide to the back of my throat; the burning sensation is a sensation like no other."C'mon! Let's go now,".