He went about searching me without making eye contact and waved me through without paying any attension. He was clearly used to scantilly clad drunken... women and remained professional. I stood waiting admireing him as he searched my husband to be before we both made are way into the club. I i i sat down at a table and shooed my partner away to the bar to get us some drinks. I sat there staring at him pushing my breasts together with the tops of my arms and licking my lips as he walked past. He. “Mmm...” She drew in another breath. “Feels good,” she whispered.“I have protection,” he said as he caressed her breasts through the white satin. He thought he could discern her nipple firming. “On my way home this afternoon I stopped and bought some condoms. I put a few in my pocket.”“Was that wishful thinking?” she asked.“I was being prepared,” he replied. “Better to have them and not need them, than need them and not have them.”“Good thinking on your part. I hadn’t given it a thought. Before. The guidance counselor smiled at her reaction, folding his arms in his lap, over his already hardening cock. He hadn’t seen a pair of pert tits like that since he was young and dating his wife in high school. ‘Ms. Fischer, we were born nude, now, I want you to release whatever covers your God-given body, and expose yourself.’ It was not even a question but a command, and her body could not disobey. Rising to her feet, she dusted off her skirt, a moment’s hesitation before it fell to the. It tasted good but bitter as a swallowed it. I gasped and choked, the sensation was so unexpected. I hadn't had taste buds in months! The man looked down at me and smiled broadly and I blushed. The other customers were pointing and laughing or making accusations. The man at the bar with the bills slapped his thigh and laughed hysterically. I didn't know what to do. The bartender came over and tried to politely escort me outside, but as he reached out to me I pushed him and he fell flat on his.