“Cheers for the drink, my round’s next.” Harry grinned, “Don’t worry about it; you can pay me back by humouring me.” That made me laugh,...and I looked around. As it was Monday the bar was quite quiet, with only a few couples hanging around by the bar. “So what do you do?” I asked, “You work here or commute?” Harry grinned, “Well I don’t know if you’ll believe me, but I'm a model.” Raising my eyebrows, I looked at him, “That’s pretty cool, what kind of thing do you do? You’re perfect for. Dressed in formal business attire, as was only proper when calling on royalty. Minus the overcoat, he'd shed that somewhere back in town, having realized how unseasonably warm it was.'The city is warm, the country is cold'. At least that's how he always thought it worked. Fortunately, it was still too cold for fungus and mole to sprout, 'thank god!' He so hated to be out in the open! A million smells and odors to assail his refined senses from every conceivable direction, damn this trip to. I was thankful for the darkness and also for the music from the CD as everything happening in the back was drowned-out. My nipple was hard and swollen, something I suppose he never had much opertunity to manipulate between his fingers, and he certainly liked playing with mine, hard, and rubbery to feel, but also making me decernably twitch as he played. I could also feel his penis swell below my head and he now carressed the side of my face with his free hand. This was driving my crazy lying. I am five three, weigh around a hundred pounds and have long curly black hair with dark brown eyes. My measurement is 33-28-36, so most of the times I can hide my curves. I dont work out much but I have a nearly flat stomach. Most of the times, I just bun up my hair (not in the sexy way) and walk around in over sized t-shirt and jeans. However, I decided that for the weekend drive, I would try to look my best as it had been a while since I had tried to really put an effort on my looks and I.