At first, I tried to let her touch my dick. Touching just a moment, thouching longer time, then finally grabbing my dick. Then let her kiss my dick a ...oment, longer time, then licking, and finally blow job. And then, I taught her how wonderful if I cum inside her pussy. At first, she denied it, because she was afraid of getting pregnant. But I said her I would marry her if she would get pregnant. After our first creampie, she cryed with happiness. Since then, we never used any. Sometimes when I wore my kilt I would changeposition in my seat in a manner that gave the receptionist or a dishysissyboy a good view of my navy blue knickers. Although some of thereceptionists used to love this others looked at me with obviousembarrassment. Sometimes when I accidentally flashed my knickers I hada variety of responses ranging from admiring looks from both men andwomen to expressions of astonishment and disgust, which were mainlyfrom older women. Needless to say, Vicki found it. Patricks Day and I lost sight of her. I figured she had left. Then fate stepped in. We were on the waiting list for a table for over an hour before one opened up. When the waitress led us over to our booth I had to grin. My group ended up at the booth next to theirs. Being the fifth man there I had a chair at the end of the table as my friends crowded into the booth. I eavesdropped on the conversation my dream girl was having with her friends and to my surprise the topic was blow jobs. My. Her eyes locked on mine. I responded to the pressure of her hands and rocked back and forth. After a few minutes, I put my hands on her shoulders and stepped a little closer. Our bodies touched as we used dancing as an excuse to get as physically close as possible. No one noticed since the place was so crowded, and likely no one cared. This club was gay-friendly, so two women or two men getting close didn’t draw much attention. Lia kept her eyes on mine as she danced. I relaxed as the alcohol.