The gray top was form fitting but I decided not to wear thecincher tonight. How I would approach Matt was on my mind since I'd sentthe text. He would ...be there ahead of me and at our spot at the far endof the bar, the TV area the pub set for alternative sports. The Tour deFrance wasn't mainstream here. I knew he'd be alone, but the discussionneeded to be considered.'Hi Matt', 'Hello, how'd you know my name?' 'It's me, Michael' 'Get outof here'; it could be hell.It could get tough if he was. I was on cam with someone, and he was asking questions. The same dumb questions guys always ask. Usually, at some point, I have to say, you know I'm a guy in woman's clothes. That either sends them running, or they say. Yes, I know. Tonight I got a lot of runners. How stupid can you be if I list my id as Sandy crossdresser or sandycd?Both let the person know what they are looking at. Oh well. I keep trying. I'm getting bored, and I'm just about ready to give up when the room door opens, and my. "I scooted over giving her room. She pulled up the hem of her dress and lay back. Erica got between her legs, grabbed her panties and pulled them down.I reached over and pinched one of her nipples through her dress. Erica leaned in and ate."Mmmm," the girl cooed.She squirmed. The fabric of her dress was thin and she wore no bra. I squeezed her nipple, rolling it between my fingers. I kissed the side of her face. I heard a wet, sucking sound come from down below.The girl twitched. "Oh fuck," she. She didn't overreact, she just gave them her "Naughty boy, shame on you" look, wiggled her bum, and walked away.The boys were rowdier than normal, probably because they hadn't seen Nikki in almost ninety minutes. She was usually back in the bar every half-hour like clockwork, and she always played up to the boys. She would let them squeeze their hands under her skirt and paw her ass, and then she'd wriggle her butt around on them. Most of the time she wore a thong, so they'd get a handful of.