...Then Fiona slid her hand over my cheek and smiled, sorry Dave, I know this is all bit weird, but Ross and I have fancied you for years and we wante... to try something new, you know, spice up the old sex life and it’s not like we could just say, hey Dave, fancy screwing us both?!At this point Ross spoke, you ok mate? I know you’re not gay or anything, but you know, it’s just a BJ.... Any holes a goal eh?! He laughed still obviously a bit tipsy and nervous but in full control. All I could say. O'Malley's is an Irish pub not far from my office. It is a favoriteafter-work watering hole and sometime lunch destination for my co-workers and me. From my vantage point on the end of the first high-backed booth, I observed my sweetheart step through the door aroundfive-thirty. Her smooth, feline strut oozed sensuality. She paused asher eyes adjusted to the changed light. I rose from my place andstepped forward to greet her.We hugged and kissed each other lightly on the cheek. I gave her a. On Saturday, she dressed her self up in a crotchless black butterfly lace crotchless body stocking, a button down the front leather skirt black fuck me pumps and a black jacket no bra, no panties, she looked and was ready to fuck her brains out. The studs met us in the bar, they had introduced themselves to each other and had all had a beer before we walked in together. One look at Sandi and they all developed huge lumps in their trousers. Sandi downed a double Mojito and announced she was. What could he do? Dare he walk across that platform and sit next to her? Just say hello, nothing too intense or strange, just say hello. Then what? His mind reeled and his heart ached. Was this love or just madness? He feared it was both. —————————– Morning again, the train, her. Once again that smile, but this time it seemed to linger, it was more than just a good morning smile, wasn’t it? He couldn’t do this everyday, not knowing. He had to make that move. He could find an excuse to be on.