I’d saved a few bucks working; I was pretty sure I could get me a room cheap enough once I was up there. It turned out that I was right, and, a job!...Was I a lucky sonovabitch or what!The Sand Bar was the very definition of a dive bar: friendly, smallish, with an outdoor patio, and a pool room with two more or less well-balanced tables. The owner, Angel Suarez, was friendly and knowledgeable about the area and in my first week in the village I learned a lot. And more importantly, I learned I. "No, I'm not. He really seems to like my nylons, too." "Tell me more," I pleaded."As soon as we sat down, his knee bumped mine, and he slid his hand down on his knee, so when he moved it toward me, the back of his hand was against my nylon-clad leg." "Yeah... then what?" "After a few minutes, he just moved his hand from his own knee to mine, and started stroking my nylon. If felt great, and I started getting turned on. You were rubbing my other leg, and I was afraid the two of you would touch,. He did ! He kissed her ass and began driving her sweet little hole crazy with his warm wet tongue. He got close to her and leaned his body against hers and started kissing the side of her neck- she gets real turned on like that. He tells her how beautiful she is and how he wants to fuck her. He asked if she liked his dick and she answered "yes"! He keeps talking dirty hot talk and she sucks me and he is pressing his dick against her virgin pussy from the back. I know he wants to fuck her- take. It was sweet, airy, had a hint of rose in it. His dick betrayed him again and twitched in his pants. Now not only was he hard, but he was leaking pre-cum. He could not look up at her. He kept his eyes focused on the desk in front of him and prayed to a god he didn't believe in to take his dick and chuck it. Miss Travatore cleared her throat, touched his should and began to ask again. The touch on his shoulder made him look back up from his hyper focus on the desk and as he did so caught another.