“The lady will have a glass of Sauvignon Blanc.” The waiter nodded and moved away, until I called to him, “Room 220. Please make sure it is bill...d to room 220.” He nodded and moved off to the bar. “Why did you do that? I can buy you a drink.” The look on your face somewhere between shock and mirth. “Because I can! All part of the new brave, independent me.” Then, as an afterthought, I added, “Best we keep this bit as 'un-date' like as possible.” Your eyes followed mine over to the bar were four. I knew I was ready by the amount of moisture which met the tips of my probing fingers, it made me gasp with delight. I rolled my eyes in desire, burrowed excitedly under the fabric of my saucy panties and sunk two voracious fingers deep into the folds of my soft, smooth, succulent shaven pussy with a sign of extreme bliss. This is what I needed. This is what I wanted. My free hand gripped around the ridged base of my tempting toy whilst my thumb expertly applied the perfect amount of pressure. I opened my eyes to discover that I was all alone, everybody else must have gone in ages ago. I picked up my discus and headed for the changing room.The water was tepid so I quickly washed and got out. I pulled on a clean pair of knickers then put my school skirt and blouse. I didn't bother with my bra for it was only a quick walk home. I had just finished putting my shoes on when I heard a door bang loudly and a number of running feet. Around the corner came a group of boys, I recognized a. George and I had been best friendssince second grade, so close not even the attention of girlfriends or thedistance of college had been able to separate us. It was in honor of thiseternal companionship that I was working a candle into a cupcake I'dsmuggled into the pub where we were celebrating George's twenty-fourth.The place was more than kind of dive-y, but they knew how to cook aburger. You probably didn't want to think about what went in it, but soit goes with pub grub; you come for the.