He’d sat sketching her as she’d worked behind the counter, capturing the smile on her face that she had for each and every customer that came in. ...She’d noticed it while he was too occupied to realize she was standing there, putting on the finishing touches. ‘How much?’ she’d asked. She’d startled him. ‘What?’ ‘For the sketch.’ ‘Oh, not for sale,’ he’d said not meaning to make it sound like he was being rude. ‘But I will give it to you,’ he smiled handing her the finished work. Just before. .. It made me hot but, I was a bit cautious.So after work I went to the shop in the hope to bend over much in the neighbourhood of some nice women, but that didn't happen... Anyone suggestions how to do it?That evening I went to a concert and changed my clothes a but, removed my socks I wore my stockings with the nice panties under my lowhung jeans, in the hope someone would notice, but that didn't happen...I also had a miniskirt under my jeans and was planning on removing my jeans when walking. Keith was fourteen, the same age as the boy in the story who accidentally fucked his mom. I told myself that I would never actually do it with him, but I did start thinking of him in a sexual way in bed with me. I was in the kitchen doing the breakfast dishes and looking out the window at a young boy riding by the house on his bike and I went weak in the knees as I suddenly thought about Keith putting his cock in my mouth so I could get him hard by sucking on it. I had to leave the kitchen and. My fingers shook. I was now at the complete mercy of the situation. All I could do was watch.Derek took the stool next to my wife. I couldn’t hear what he was saying, but it was obvious that he had introduced himself. He leaned in to get the bartender’s attention. My wife’s cell phone was next to her on the bar. She picked it up.Text from wife: “Ok. So this guy is really handsome. There’s no way he’s going to hit on me, right? Should I find a different seat?”Me: “You never know. Just hang out.