Over the next two days I posted one pic of me wearing a tight leather corset with thigh length bed boots. The corset and bed boots sent the guys wild ...with their complimentary sexy comments. The next pic I sent was some guy sucking the toe of my high heeled shoe. The next one was a rear view of me wearing only the corset sitting on the edge of bed holding a glass of wine, in a post coital pose. The next one was of me wearing a tight PVC mini skirt with the bed boots and high heels. This photo. “Gin, dry.” I replied, holding the gaze to Sean. The stranger quickly got me what I wanted and started making a conversation I was barely interested though I knew, I could pretend well. So I took my gaze away from Sean, who was still looking over, and decided to pretend to be engrossed in my encounter with this stranger. This stranger was David, nothing to complain of. He was tall, had jet black hair with blonde highlights and wore a nicely framed spectacles. Lawyer, I gathered.. I laughed and said Well shit, he didnt have to, but it looks like he wants to anyway. And Steve continued to work my cock with his mouth, stopping ever so often to hold my dick up and lick on my hairy nut sack. Fuck it felt good. Lick his ass Steve Kyle said and I looked over at him and he was stroking h is cock looking at Steve work me over. So, I turned around and leaned against the nearby table and Steve pulled my hairy ass cheeks apart and started to French kiss my asshole. FUCK it felt so. Not now, with so many years gone by. But he did, often. The open friendliness on her face when he’d first approached, the breezy little way she’d tossed her hair back when he’d flirted, mildly. The pleasure had shone in her eyes, then, naive and young and ripe with excitement at the male attention. God, the way she’d flirted right back. It still made him hard thinking about it. She’d leaned over, just slightly, the innocent youth mimicking a siren’s knowing moves, inviting his glance down.