Around 11 pm, after Jack took his lunch, a woman entered the bar. Something was different about her. Jack swore that as she closed to the bar, the peo...ple she passed got up and moved to tables further away from the bar. Yet, everything about her gives Jack a hard on. Definitely Latina, the girl walked with a seductive swagger, like she was a runway model. She looked like it, with a curvy ass and triple c breast. Her matte black sleeveless dress with knee length skirt was something out of Jack’s. " That's nice," she said and then produced a long, thin cigarette from hercase."Could I possibly trouble you for a light?" she said.My blood froze. My first instinct was to say "It was my last match,sorry," but I didn't have to look on the table to know that my lighter infull view, among my scattered cigar utilities scattered over my coffeetable. Resigned to the fact that I couldn't talk myself out of getting upto light her cigarette, I helplessly fumbled with the zipper of mysweatshirt for a. All focus. My cock focussed in her sweet love hole. My fingers concentrating on additional delight in her puckered pink starfish.The sheer mutual joy, the sheer mutual thrill, the possible danger, the likely caught out in public moment, our raunchy minds and our expectant genitals colluding in an instant bordering on frenzied delight, the amazing pleasure sensations, touch dominant, then her pussy and my cock escalating the action...a whirl of release approaching...Yeah release all right... her. The gapbetween the waistband of my skirt and the bottom of the crop-topemphasised the curve of my narrow waist. The V of the crop-top displayeda not quite indecent amount of cleavage, and the way it hung off myassets was extremely provocative but still just this side ofrespectable. The choker and earrings gave my neck a gracefulness that,along with the make-up, spoke of class, while the belt drew attention tomy curvaceous hips. With the bracelet on my left arm emphasising itsfemininity and the.