The lounge had a great DJ, some discreet booths in the back and bartenders with a heavy hand when pouring my Jack Daniels. We came back at least once ...a week just for the lounge; it was a target rich environment for young ladies. The third or fourth time I was there, I met Beverly.Beverly Vitali was a waitress that sometimes worked in the lounge if the dinner trade was slow or if the lounge was very busy. She was a classic Italian beauty with long jet black hair and a body made for driving men. By the way, till this point, I didn’t ask her name. So not to continue to be rude I asked her two things what’s her name and if she wanted condoms.She said her name was Sunaina and I replied I was Alpha. And then she said she doesn’t want condoms. That she has a perfect bill of health. But if I did not feel comfortable I could use one nonetheless. I was pretty sure I was her first after marriage. So I said I would love to not use a condom.She got excited and asked me to stand on the floor. She. I forgot how good she was. In no time we were both naked and in her bed.I went down on her quiet quickly and she was rather wet. After Rosalyn came Rosalyn put a condom on my cock and mounted me. It wasn't long and I came filling the condom. We did it again the next day protected again before I left.Rosalyn wanted to meet up again and I told her that I had to work the next weekend but I was available the weekend after, so we made plans to get together then.It had been two weeks since we had. Its light cotton was royal blue and soft. The top was V-cut to reveal her perky cleavage and tied at the waist before loosely falling around her mid-thigh. The garment evoked in Kyle memories of their first summers together, when her typical outfit was a light sundress thrown over a wet bikini.As she walked, the swish and sway of fabric revealed an absence of a panty line, and the hint of hardening nipples under the dress suggested her bra had been left in the bedroom as well. Becca stopped.