For another ten minutes, I rode in the back of my husband’s car on the knee of his friend on a wave of heavenly pleasure. Every bump only increased ...my desire to orgasm over his friend’s knee. But with every passing minute, the pleasure turned slowly to frustration. Every bump now teased my swollen clit with a promise that would never be satisfied, and I needed more. I wanted more. I bit my lip and nervously glanced behind me. Dave was out cold, as was Phil beside him and Geoff still gazed. Besides, you never know. She might be a babe, with huge knockers and a too-thin bra. She might be on her last nerve, and you could slide in under the radar, to get a date for some yummy make-her-feel-all-better time, later. You could get lucky. Not that I knew what that was like, but I'd heard guys say stuff like that.So, when I saw a woman in an orange pullover shirt, I mustered up every ounce of suave and debonair I had in me and said "Excuse me. Do you work here?"Yup. That's me. Apparently. "Lay on the bed; I can do this better from there," she softly spoke.Mark loosened his pants, allowing them and his boxers to pool around his ankles as he crawled onto the bed.Andrea laid nearby, her hands upon his waist with one hand clutching his erect member. She licked from balls to tip, slowly, several times before thrust the cock deep into her mouth. Mark threw back his head. He could feel her tongue play along the shaft as she bobbed up and down on his dick. He placed a hand upon her. Of course, one couldn’t actually see the water of the Ocean from the Portland side of the final heights before hitting the coastline below. Rocks were the order of the day and sandy beaches were at a minimum. There was a rainy season, but it was not as defining as the Pacific Coast city of Seattle further north across the border in Washington State.We had discussed a number of interesting subjects sitting in the dim light of the live girl’s private club down in California’s generally boring.