I have you sit down first.You comply with a mixture of puzzled excitement and anticipation.I decide to boldly tell you exactly why I am doing this."I ...ant you to take me on this counter, but I want you to last a little while. So, I am going to make sure you have a release first. That way, when you recover we can have sex for longer." I say.I begin to stroke your cock. I spend a little time just enjoying how it feels in my hands then how it feels against my forearm. I want to feel it against. I didn't really need any visuals, but the sounds added to the excitement, especially since it had already been playing on the way. So did the fact that I had no panties on underneath my incredibly short skirt; I wouldn't pass in public but tonight it didn't matter. As I pushed the seat back to get ready, I was already poking out from underneath my skirt. I ran my newly painted finger nails up and down my girlish penis as I pulled out my lube and my vibrator; sending shocks of electricity. She moved a little closer to me, “Can I trust you, Alan?” “Yes…” I answered. “Whenever you stare at me,” She moved face to face with me, “Do you ever want to touch me?” I nodded my head. “Do you want to touch me now?” She asked. “Y-yes…” I answered. She lifted her arms, and put them on my shoulders, “Go ahead.” she told me. I slowly wrapped my arms around her and started rubbing her hips, I quickly made my way down to her ass. I rubbed and stroked her ass, squeezing it in my hands. After a few. “ Come on” said Stu, “I fancy a game”. Taking our drinks with us we went into the games room. There were dartboards on either side and in the middle a single pool table. Round the walls were rough seats, planks on drinks boxes. There were only two players, both in their thirties; a wiry black haired tattooed man and a slightly plump woman. They were just starting a new game, she was breaking and as I looked at her hands I noticed lots of gold rings on pinkish, slightly swollen hands. Her face.