She was drinking Tequila Sunrises and I was drinking rum and coke. We talked. We joked. We laughed. I put my hand on Alicia's knee. She smiled. I slid... my hand up her thigh, beyond the top of her stockings. She squeezed my hand tightly between her warm thighs, placed her arms around me, and whispered in my ear, "Let's go upstairs for a lot more." She gave my ear a little flick with her tongue and I melted. We slid of the bar stools and I tipped the bartender well. He gave me a big smile and a. More!’ I whimpered and he gave me more. My clit was so swollen and sensitive right now that he made me come just seconds later. I screamed again. His throaty moan told me that he felt my muscles clench around his dick. ‘That’s it Baby, just like this…’ he purred and started all over again. ‘Oh my god… Mark… no…’ but he just chuckled, knowing that I didn’t mean it. ‘You’re so damn sexy when you come.’ he admitted. I felt my face flush and tried to hide it. ‘Come for me again.’ he coaxed,. Then again, who am I harming?" I stay where I'm at, rocking over the plants, wondering how long I can keep this up; wondering if I could cum this way. The shivers that ran deep inside, told me I could -- with time.Getting impatient, I reach down and begin working the fingers of my left hand, into the waistband of my shorts. Spreading my legs slightly, so that I can reach into my panties, I can now manoeuver my hand into them. Yes, there is moisture there and a lot it, too. I force my hand in. She looked at me and giggled. "Aren't you old enough to be a mister somebody?" Mandy said. I laughed. "Nope. I don't use mister. That's for old people. And I'm not old," I said. She giggled again. "Well, you're older than me. So I should call you mister," Mandy said. I shook my head. "Not a good way to start off a friendship if you ask me," I said. "Who said we're gonna be friends?" Mandy replied. I was shocked. I guess I wasn't used to a girl that young being that blunt. "Well then, sorry I.