He hoped she wouldn’t think he was being crude, but it seemed stupid to him to bother with such a small glass. He needn’t have worried; she never ...oticed one way or another.“Do you come here often?”“No,” she replied, “hardly ever, but sometimes Rita and I drop in, hoping to meet somebody, that never happens.”“Really? I would have thought guys would be all over you two.”“No, I mean there’s a lot of horny guys in the bar that come looking for an easy mark, a quick jump, but you get enough of. I like to leave a girl wanting more before I make love to her because when I do, I’m not only giving her the fucking she deserves but I’ll also know she’s worth fucking. Does that make sense?’ ‘Such sweet words,’ I tease because I don’t want to admit just how much it soothes me to hear this. ‘And I mean every single one of them,’ he tells me and kisses me deeply. ‘So, what do you say? I keep posing for you and you go out with me?’ My smile returns. ‘It’s a deal.’ I don’t know how long it takes. Later when she bent to mop I could see her cleavage from front, Her boobs were not big but just the right size to compliment her petite figure. I was turned-on completely. All I could think of was to go back to the bathroom and masturbate. This than became a daily routine, she will come work and I will enjoy her raw beauty for sometime and than masturbate. I just could not gather enough courage to take it to the next level. I was getting frustrated by each passing day and decided to do. This time we were celebrating her new boob job and my birthday. She went from an A cup to a B and she was finally healed enough to allow me to play and she made it clear she was "in a mood" to do so and it would happen on the trip. The day of the trip she took the day off and drove to Manhattan to shop and check into the hotel (she had our travel bag) and I worked and left early and took the train to meet her downtown. We were to meet at a favorite restaurant of ours at 6:00.I walked into the.