Through the slippery, shiny, slightly damp material of the flimsy, lacyblack garment that lay between her short leather skirt and her pinkthong, she c...uld feel the hand moving slowly and in a circular pattern,massaging her rear and exciting the hell out of her. She tried to turnher head to see who as enjoying her company but the crowd was not to bemoved. Her unknown groper was free and undetected to carry on as hewished.His finger became a pointer and probed through the slip until it began. He heard his phone buzz and saw he had a message. Chuckling, he opened the app. He had almost forgotten about it. Last week he was talking on the phone to James, one of his buddies, and commented on how he would love to go back to the days of getting handjobs from the girls in high school. James was married now and told Luke what he needed was a wife. James told him about the “Looking for Love”. Luke thanked James and proceeded to set up a profile thinking he could fake his way through wanting. ”“I thought-”“I don’t care, Jimmy!” I lunge close to his face. He cringes from my flash of anger, almost trying to sink into the mattress as he turns his head and screws his eyes. I pull back, relaxing my face merely stern rather than furious.“If you think what you jack off to on your phone is how you behave with a woman you’ve got another thing coming. Going at me like a God-damn jackhammer without a thought. Did you even notice whether I had an orgasm?”Jimmy tries to fight back, his voice. Yes, it was a trip to the grocery store for a loaf of bread. I suppose if I was a professional porn writer I would have changed the loaf of bread to a grocery shopping trip for a sausage, but it really was a loaf of bread and the original story was 100% factual. Yes there really was the young woman dressed in a red silky shirt, wearing no bra, and having the cutest little pointy tits that were the object of my desire. I had one reader suspect there was more to the story, there wasn’t, I walked.