‘You look and sound depressed.’ Melissa felt herself relaxing when Dorrie began to work the shampoo into her hair, filling it with luxuriant white...foam. Her scalp tingled delightfully from Dorrie’s fingers massaging it. ‘Well,’ she said, ‘Things between Tom and me haven’t been going too well…’ She was surprised how easily all of her troubles came out once she started talking. Dorrie finished applying the shampoo, rinsed the lather out of Melissa’s hair, had her sit up, and wrapped a towel. I am not a ‘single’ person as I do no like being on my own, and I hated going back to that empty flat, and the empty bed. One Friday afternoon I was really down, not looking forward to a weekend all on my own. A work colleague noticed this and asked what was up but I wasn’t going to bore her with my problems so just made up some other story. She suggested we went out for drink after work to cheer me up and I must admit the idea appealed, so when we finished we went down the road to a wine bar. "Not here." He said as he drove off. I whimpered & reach 'down to rub my clit. I closed my eyes & moaned all while he was driving, and heard him moan again. "Baby if you keep doing that, I'm gonna blow my load. " he said. I opened my eyes, to see we had stopped in front of a victorian style house and looked at him staring at me & licked my lips as I took my hand from my pussy & brought it to my mouth."God you are so sexy." He said as he got out of the car. I followed him as he took my hand and. The second sip she was staring out the window thinking about something intently. I hoped it was solidifying her decision to dump the pretty boy. The third sip she was refilling her glass. Almost her body moving was too much for me to concentrate on my story again. The fourth sip she was staring at the table while her fingernail tapped on her wineglass.I saved my work and archived the version of the story before I shut my machine down. She was watching me again and smiled as I got up. She flowed.