I pushed Lisa up against a wall & started to kiss her neck, raising her skirt & rubbing her crotch through her panties, which were damp from a night o... sweaty dancing and maybe from being a little turned on. She protested a little but i could feel her clit through her panties. After a few vigourous rubs I had her knees buckling, she gasped, "I have never done this before, please be gentle with me". Fat chance I thought as I pulled her panties to the side & shoved 3 fingers straight up her. I moved behind her chair and started massaging her boobs. I think this will make her feel better. Damn! I’m getting hard again.Amy: Dad, look over there! There’s someone else on the beach now!Me: Oh, you are right. There is a couple under that parasol.Amy: When did they arrive?Me: No idea. I guess we were having too much fun here and didn’t notice.Amy: What do we do now?Me: What do you mean?Amy: Are you serious? I’ve got no top on! There is a guy there and I feel I’d still be a little. "Yes, my name is Lisa," said the very pretty maybe twenty-something as she put my JD on the rocks down in front of me. She was the new early show bartender, so she said. "Conrad," I said, introducing myself. We talked for some little time since I was the only customer in the place at the moment: it was just past 3:00PM. It was Saturday, and I was off. I'd been in The Typhoon Bar and Grill several times, it was Aussie owned but Filipino run and staffed. It had the virtue of being open. At the hotel I quickly changed into my suit, then walked to Buck’s Club on Clifford Street, and as I had on the previous trip, I used the ornate knocker to gain entrance to the club.“Good evening, Sir Danny!” I said extending my hand.“Good evening, Mr. Adams,” he replied. “Though I think ‘Danny’ and ‘Steve’ are better.”“Thanks for inviting me to the club again.”“You’re more than welcome. Drink?”As we had before, we each had a glass of McClelland’s Highland Single Malt, then headed to the dining.