Then, I heard someone else enter. I glanced to my left and could see a guy standing at the end of my row of seats. He looked like an older guy, somewh...t on the thin side and well dressed. After standing there for a minute, he moved into my row of seats and sat down two seats from me. I was slouched down in the seat, practically lying down, and after a couple of minutes, I reached back down into my pants and started rubbing my cock. I watched the guy next to me and saw that he kept glancing over. Much rougher... A lot nicer... hornier... And much more intense.All of a sudden, I felt very self-conscious again. I was standing in a communal dressing room, kissing a guy wearing his kinky black leather biker jacket."Damn... not here, Tom!... Please, anyone can walk in on us... I am not ready for that!" I said flustered. And made to take off his leather jacket.Tom stopped me. "Leave that on, stud! And go look at yourself in the mirror over there!" Tom's voice had changed. This sounded more. I don’t regret ditching her at all. And it’s great having the flat to myself again. I can invite back whoever I like. Y’ought to put your money where your mouth is, Cath. Ditch Jayne. I mean, she must be fucking forty or something!’ ‘Thirty-seven next month,’ said Cath, almost instantly aware that this concern about her partner’s birthday said more than she’d intended. She didn’t want Emily to think she didn’t want to go back with her to her newly vacated flat. ‘Well, whatever! She’s too. Then thunder. Loud and close the lighting flash fills the house. My tools still outside, I rush from the shower tug on my jeans and head to the stairs taking them three at a time.You are outside already putting the top up on your convertible as the sky’s open. The rain soaks your summer dress and it clings to your body like a second skin as you help me to gather my tools. We fall into the house laughing and dripping wet. Your dress now nearly translucent clings to your body like a second skin..