The difference in them had gotten so extreme that James had taken to calling Julian ‘my boy’ even though they were close to the same age. James i...nterrupted his thoughts. ‘You are probably wondering why I’ve brought you here.’ Julian grinned. ‘Actually, the thought had crossed my mind. I just thought you wanted to sit and have a drink.’ James chuckled. ‘No, not at all, my friend. I have called you here today to impose upon our long friendship. I need you to do me a favor. Are you willing to. He can pick me up and take me to a nice dinner, dancing if he wants, and we’ll see what happens from there. No more promises than that.”Judy looked a little hopeful then, “Can we pay for your hotel room then?”“No, this will be my birthday present to Jeremy.” Judy told her thank you, and as she got up to leave, Michelle added, “I know we’ll both have a wonderful time.”Michelle and I waited a few minutes after they left before we did. Judy’s husband had already paid for Michelle’s dinner. After. Over and over, avoiding the place I most wanted him to lick. ‘Lick me Dave. Please lick my clit, please.’ the words hissed out of my lips even though I didn’t want them to. His fingers slipped into my dripping cunt. Two long fingers, twisting and hooking to search and find the hot spot. A long cry of pleasure burst from me. He rubbed his bent fingers along the upper wall, making me whimper and undulate my hips. His tongue once again licked at my clit. He licked it rhythmically in time to his. He imagined approaching her, with the most suave and dignified air, and drawing her into conversation so enthralling, they’d close the bar together. He pictured her approaching him, seemingly out of the blue, to confess that she had been admiring him from afar and really only made her nightly detour in the hopes he’d come speak to her. Once or twice, he’d even gathered the nerve to order from the bar (taking advantage of his observant and accommodating server’s shift break) but lost his nerve.