She stopped at the bar and stood between two guys and it wasn’t long before she had a drink. And in a couple of minutes she was dancing with one of ...hem and then the other.At the table in front of me, a couple was sitting facing the front so they could watch for a waitress. The girl was sitting on a stool and the guy was standing beside her finger fucking her. She was moaning rather loudly and the closer she got to an orgasm the more she spread her legs. From where I was sitting I had a great. She grins and shrugs. "It's fun. It makes me feel like someone else. It's kind of a trip," she admits. "Besides I was gonna say, you should come with me... you can watch," she says, looking far too persuasive without the need. My official plan is forming. "I'd love to," I say, opening the passenger door for her, and she smiles, finishing her phone call. Thanks to my position at my job it's not easy to always go out of town, but the hour drive to the beach is very doable. There's no way I'm. The green depths there muddled my thoughts, and I moved my mouth without speaking, like a fish hauled out of water.Finally, I found some words. "I… I'm just hanging," I said.OMG! How lame that sounded!"I mean, I was shopping, but there's nothing I…"My voice faded away like an unopened letter, as I fell into an emerald world that threatened to drown me where I stood on shaky legs. When you spoke again, it was in a whisper."Would you like to come with me?"Slowly, very methodically, you winked at. “No!” I said, perhaps a little too urgently. “I’ll sort it out.”I didn’t want to get my company involved in my personal life.‘Seriously? Now you don’t want your work to get involved? A little ironic, wouldn’t you say?’The voice in my head sounded remarkably like my mother.I ignored it. I stood up, took off the earphones blaring out some vintage Jethro Tull, and dropped them on the desk next to the keyboard.“I won’t be long,” I said, hoping that was true. I didn’t know if I could take another.