I would have to go to the radio room for it. Oh well, I might as well get it over with.I kind of knew what was going to happen, but I was still unprep...red for it when it happened. I walked up the hall and as soon as I stepped in the door, everyone who was not on the phone immediately stood up and started clapping. Amid the shouts of welcome back, and all the other confusion, I was able to grab a cup and escape before I was engaged in conversation. I waved my hand in the air as I exited. Jeesh,. ………Oh My God! As I watched, Mr Pearson un-tucked Miss Sharpe’s white blouse from her skirt, and his hands were roaming up her back, caressing her roughly and pulling her closer to him. She was rubbing her leg against his, and as I watched one of her hands slipped down to his bum, cupping one of the cheeks hard and pulling his groin hard against hers. Suddenly she paused and pushed him away - as they moved apart, I could see the bulge of Mr Pearson’s erect cock straining against his trousers.. Then, Tom walked in the pub, and she knew. As Tom walked towards our table, she looked at me, looked at Tom, back at me, and then smiled up at Tom. She was pleased with my choice. Tom and I are both muscular, but he is taller, handsome, and somewhat dashing (even if I do say so, myself).“Hi, Steven, Susan. Can I join you?”, Tom asked standing next to the table transfixed by Susan’s smile.“Absolutely,” I replied and waved over another pint of Guinness. We chatted about typical small talk. I. ‘Is this for me?’ you ask. As I start to pull out of the parking spot I respond, ‘It might be, but what do you have to trade for it?’ ‘Let me think about it on the ride home, I’m sure I’ll be able to come up with something.’ As we drive home, I lay my right hand on your lap and start to stroke your thigh. You decide you are not through surprising me yet, and start sliding your skirt up over your knees again. You take my hand in yours and slide it under your skirt, placing it on your pantyhose.