” Kara turned to Bill, “Dancing, at the table or what?” “Uhm, well, I guess I didn’t notice you until I saw you dancing.” “Right,” Kar...a said resignedly. She blushed beet red but but managed to put a smile on her lips. “I guess I did have a few too many drinks last night.” Bill put down his pencils and looked across the table. Dirk didn’t seem to be showing any displeasure at the direction of the conversation. “Well, whatever it was, it certainly looked like you were having fun.” “I probably. Right now, for example, she had reduced me to a teenage boy who imagined her standing half naked behind that flimsy curtain. And, as a teenage boy, I had had to rearrange the crotch of my pants, hoping that none of the women around me would notice what I had done.Yes, I was in love all over again with the woman in cubicle two from the left. In fact, she was looking for a dress to wear tonight for when we would first go to the Met. Next we would have an intimate supper at our special Italian. “There should be,” she replied. As I walked toward the cooler she added: “Grab one for me while you’re there.” I pulled a couple of Coors Banquet brews from the now melted-but-still cold water in the cooler. There is nothing like barley pop when you’re dehydrated, and Coors was always a great palliative for desert mouth. I remember those beers we drank there in Flagstaff well because it was the first time I had seen a push tab on a beverage can. Coors had just introduced them (they never. I hope I don’t cum before I get home.”Seeing my cock visibly throb from her teasing, she purred, “You like the thought of other men and women touching me, don’t you, slut?”“Yes, Mistress.”“Well, you can think about it the entire time I’m gone. Just don’t touch yourself. Do you understand?”My cock throbbed even more, but I nodded with obedience.Betty left. Time ticked by in slow motion. I cleaned the house for her, washing dishes, doing laundry, vacuuming and swiffering. All the while, I was.