"This is what it means. You must trust me to know what you want. If you don't, then use the safe word and I'll take you home." Oxo. And it was on the ...tip of my tongue. Really. But it never made it past my lips. Slowly the barmaid eased my knees apart and leant in to kiss and nibble my inner thighs. Then she slid her hands up to my bum, pulling me towards her and exposing my sopping... Well, you know. My blush deepened with embarrassment and shame but my reservations were pushed aside as she. I was starting to get the impression she was flattered at the attention from what, if I may admit, was a tall, fit, strong young man. It seemed to excite her that I was very obviously interested in her curves, and it excited me to be getting on so well with not only a beautiful woman but a beautiful woman who, to be blunt, I had fantasized about banging.“You were so shy when I saw you last!” She reminisced, smiling widely.“Yeah well,” I braced myself in my head and smiled a little nervously, “I. Jan reached out feeling for the desk and felt its sturdy wooden top."Red hot!" laughed Michael.Jan reached further and felt the outline of... something where her old computer had sat on the desk. It was cool to the touch and felt like a combination of plastic and glass and... she felt below... a keyboard!Ripping off the blindfold, she squealed to see a new computer occupying the space where her old one had been sitting that very afternoon. She had wondered why Sheila had suddenly wanted the two. ‘Still working at that restaurant?’Molly nodded. ‘Yep, I like it there.’‘You look mighty fine in that uniform.’‘Thank you,’ she said politely.‘But what you’re wearing now is fine too,’ he added.Molly’s friendly smile widened, one eyebrow going up ever so slightly. ‘John--are you ... flirting ... with me?’‘You need the practise,’ he joked, and she laughed. Oh, she did have a lovely laugh.‘You could be my grandfather,’ she said, although without any judgement in her voice. It was a simple.