She suddenly left the drink and headed towards bathroom. I said hey where r u going. She replied her bladder is full – she got to pee. My wife would...never let me get in the bathroom. I thought lets try my luck here. I requested her to leave the door open. She refused saying she has never done this before. I pleaded again citing some logics like I have seen everything why feel shy with me. She agreed this time; perhaps beer had created this emergency situation in her bladder. She was feeling. She was moving her hips up and down mine, getting me hard. I moved my hand down to her pants and unbuttoned them. I slipped my hand through pantys and started massaging her pussy. She pulled off me and said "Oh I like that." "Oh yeah." I said "Then you'll like this more" I pulled her pants and pantys all the way off and leaned her against the wall and spread her legs a bit. I lowered my head to her waist and gave her slit a quick lick. "Oh yeah I do like that." I started licking up and down her. ' She gently took my hand away. 'Please, if you ever want to do me a favor, just let it be.'Every instinct was screaming at me to go and bash this guy's head in, but I acquiesced to her request. Besides, she was safe now. 'Okay, trouble. You alright though?''I'm alright, charming, God, you know what sucks most about this whole thing?'My answer would have been getting punched in the face, manhandled and generally terrified. But that was my answer.Hers was; 'That I had to call you.''That would. I briefly considered rubbing one out in the shower, but decided I’d save that for home, if the urge was still there.After my shower, I got dressed, grabbed my bag and headed out. I got in my truck and turned the ac up. It was blazing hot, and I opened the front windows for a bit to let the stifling superheated air out. As I was pulling toward the street, I noticed her walking. She had just turned onto the sidewalk. I realized I had never asked her name as I pulled alongside and put my window.