Her body fell against his, her breasts sliding across his shirt. Her nipples that had been hard, grew more so and she shivered in reaction. They stood... that way for a long moment and then he yanked his hands off of her as if she were fire and backed away staring down at her, his breath coming faster."Teri..." He forgot whatever he'd been about to say as his head cocked to the side, his ears straining to catch what he thought he had heard."I'm sorry, Ri..."He cut her off with a quick shush, still. Still standing with my hands on the sink, I heard the sound of the door again. Then the click of the lock. I glanced into the mirror and there he was, behind me.He had on somewhat baggy cargo shorts, a t-shirt showcasing his lean muscled arms. And the requisite baseball cap. Short hair peaked out of the bottom of the hat, making a little flip. My mouth opened to speak, but he spoke first as I whirled around. “I saw you.” “Okay. And?” “You couldn’t quit staring. You like what you saw?” I paused.. A decoy of sorts, and certainly a confidante." He looked her straight in the eyes. "Some men tell things to their mistresses that they would hold from anyone else" She let out a small laugh. "Not the men I know. They are all of them deadly boring. They come to drink and watch the show to forget how dreary their lives are" And a man named Gerard Lemieux? I suppose he has never come to see you dance?" She opened her eyes wide, and inhaled her cigarette, but again her look of fright soon faded. I was super turned on, but was laying on my side, so that unless Greg looked at my crotch he wouldn't be able to tell that I had a hard-on. But Greg was lying on his back, and I could easliy make out that he had tent in his boxers. Keeping the talk going about different girls, I kept looking at his cock and I really wanted to touch it. Greg reached down and adjusted his cock, his boxers were tented and his cock looked a lot bigger than I had expected. I had only seen his cock soft and it was.