The Mustang Club is an out of the way place - not on any highway and not easily found unless you know where to look. Not too many new faces come here....So when a new face does stop by, it draws attention - especially from the bartender and waitresses.So it was that hot August night. I was working a Monday shift. I hate Monday shifts. Mondays are normally slow, as people have wrapped up their weekends and are settling in for another long work week. There isn't a lot of tips on Mondays and none of. "Yes," I told him. "I'm still wearing them."He chuckled. "Well, take them out before you come to see us. We'll have other uses for those pretty pink tits of yours. I'll talk to you tomorrow." The phone went dead.At work the following Monday I told my boss I needed Thursday, Friday, and Monday off to go see my sister in New Mexico. She was going through a really messy divorce and I wanted to be there for moral support. He said that was fine and to take all the time I needed.Time dragged as I. We bounce up and down to test the firmness. We resist the moment and explore the room, gazing out of the window into the gardens and the area of our lingering kiss. We sense each others passion and we move to and stand by the bed, we kiss hard, my hand squeezes your breast through your dress, we kiss harder and my hand is under your dress caressing your stocking clad thigh stroking upward my hand is on your exposed bottom, (you are wearing a skimpy throng you naughty girl) our kissing. I agree and told him not to worry. I get back to life as usual and he keeps waving at me and wishing me, I am very much attracted to him. My opportunity comes to bed him when my mom leaves for her trip abroad and I am home alone for 3 months, mornings I work and evenings I am free. One evening he asks me as I come back from work that auntyji is not seen I tell him that she is on a trip abroad and will come back in 3-4 months, I also mention that if he wants anything like cold water he can come.