A dreamlike quality pervaded everything. Suddenly, she was kissing someone-a man based on the facial stubble and smell of cheap aftershave. She could ...feel his rough, calloused hand slide up under her skirt to grab the left cheek of her ass. He squeezed and fondled it possessively while his other arm held her close at the hips, drawing her in so that her breasts pressed against his chest. His movements to lift her skirt higher caused her to struggle for balance in her high heels, but he kept her. ’ ‘Now who’s the smart ass?’ ‘Me,’ she said with a coy grin. ‘Smartest ass in town.’ She grabbed her purse and headed for the door. ‘Well it’s certainly the nicest.’ Another smack on the arm and we were off. ****** I couldn’t believe how perfectly the evening had gone. Dinner was fantastic, if a little awkward at first. As many times as I’d dreamed of this day, actually being here for it was a different story. They say that having is not so pleasing as wanting, but having Kylie there with me,. “Look, I said no. Now is not the time!” I am beginning to get angry. Your mouth continues its work on my neck, little kisses, nibbles, and licks, trailing them down to my collar bones, then lower to the top of my breasts. A soft, gentle moan escapes my lips. “Well,” you say, “You keep saying no, but you aren’t trying to stop me!” with a low laugh. “For God’s sake, I don’t want Hannah to catch us!” I decide this is it, I stand up quickly, trying to escape your wonderfully pleasing lips and hard. Gradually my hand slid in circles, to and fro, until I found her pubic curls. She didn't move, but her breathing stopped. Her hand on my cock stopped. Wondering if I was allowed to continue, I held my hand motionless upon her bush. A long pause. Martha Jane must have sensed that I was thinking blindly of how to proceed, for soon she let go of my cock and gently took my hand from her bush, lifted it, and slowly placed my hand palm down on her bare, warm mons. Letting her own hand fall sleepily.