"My God, how did you..." I have friends in low places, Jenna." You certainly do, but what has this got to do with..." she was fumbling her tits back i...to the cups in the sundress."Your fantasy? Everything and nothing. After we eat, and we are going to eat, we'll head back to your place. The gentleman at the bar will follow." You can't be serious!" Of course I am. Just let things play out and you'll have lived your fantasy." You seem to have forgotten there were two guys in my so called. With me on your lips, you stood and gave me a quick kiss."Go get ready. There..."I cut you off and finished the statement, "...will be time for that later."With a pat on your ass, I retired to the bedroom, trying to think of most anything that would get my mind off of the exquisite feeling of your mouth around my cock. I must say it was agonizingly hard (all pun intended) to do, but as I busied myself with getting dressed my erection finally subsided, at least to the point it was not clearly. I offered to return the bra to her then but I remember that she just smiled and went back to her dance, the look in her eyes hinting that she would get it back. later and on her own terms. "Can you imagine going through life looking like that?" I remembered one of my friends saying over the loud music. "I bet she doesn't have to buy anything. I know that I for one would give her anything and everything to be able to spend one night with her. I bet that body feels even better than it. So I bought a beer at the bar and watched the action on the dance floor. At forty-two I was about twice the age of the rest of the patrons. Most of the boys wore baggy jeans and muscle shirts, with lots of tattoos and two-tone hair. The girls all had pierced navels; you could tell because they were wearing those jeans with no waistband or pockets, cut so low you could see the tops of their panties. The dancing was energetic, with plenty of grinding, crotch to crotch or better yet with the girl.