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"I think you were saying you like sex; am I right?" Mike slid his hand under her skirt and ran it up her thigh. He touched the crotch of her bikinis, and she moaned in anticipation. He traced a path, probing, and she felt herself moisten, even before he slipped his finger inside to repeat the action.
"Right. And I think you were saying I'd like what you do," she gasped. She was uptight about a lot of things, but sex wasn't one of them. Was Mike concerned that she might be a perfectionist about this? She almost giggled, but then he rubbed the exact right spot, and she cried out.
"Hold that thought," he said, switching off the van with his left hand.
She hadn't even realized they'd reached the condo parking lot. "Don't stop," she begged, grabbing onto his wrist.
"Ah, baby, you are hot," he said. Gently pushing her down on the length of the seat and sliding a finger inside her, then another, he pumped them in and out. "Definitely hot."
"Ohmigod, Mike. That feels so-o good." She was getting wetter by the minute, and she thought she'd die if he stopped, and yet, she wanted something more. "No one can see us. It's dark. Fuck me, please."
"Not yet, sweetheart. Not here." Sliding her dress up around her waist, he pulled down her panties and leaned over her, tracing circles on her stomach with his tongue. "You're torturing me," she gasped.

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"The drapes are open and someone could walk by."
"It will take too long to go upstairs. I want to fuck now." Margo pulled her top off over her head and flung it across the room. She reached slowly behind her back, pushing her breasts up and forward as she unfastened her bra. Slipping it off, she leaned forward and swung her ripe globes in front of Brit. Her breasts were still firm and perky and she knew they turned him on. Twirling her bra like a stripper with one hand, she stroked his cock with the other. Brit's emotions always showed on his face and Margo enjoyed watching them go from surprise to amusement to desire. Like a man in a trance, he pushed his clothing out of the way to give her better access to his penis.
She'd started her performance to make the night memorable for Brit but Margo was enjoying herself. Kicking off her high heels, she inched down her slacks, slowly. Striking a Marilyn Monroe pose with a pouting mouth, she stepped out of them, first one leg and then the other. Ending with a high kick that sent them past Brit's head, she turned her back to him and hands on knees, she bent over to give him a good view of her derriere clad only in a black thong.
Looking over her shoulder, she saw his expression turn to lust. Ripping his clothes off, he kept his eyes on her ass. "Come here, you," he growled, leaping forward to push his bulging cock hard against her thong-covered crack. "You are such a naughty girl, I'm going to have to teach you a lesson."
The lights of a passing car swept across the room and the two of them froze until the room dimmed again. Then, Margo grabbed Brit's hand and pulled him into the half bath under the stairway. "Teach me," she taunted.

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With a clear view of the bar, Erin could tell that the bartender was one she'd never seen before. "Wow. Look at that guy mixing drinks, would you? Is he sexy or what?"
Tall and slender, he had dark wavy hair, piercing brown eyes with long, thick lashes, a Roman nose, and between flared nostrils and full, sensuous lips...a moustache that intrigued Erin. She'd never known a man with a moustache. How would it feel when he kissed her? Here I go...imagining again. One sexual thought leads to another with me.
She narrowed her eyes and focused on his moustache, imagining how it would feel against her breasts when he sucked them. Would it tickle and make her hotter? Her nipples hardened and she grasped the edge of the table. She could see him sliding his lips and tongue down her stomach, that line of whiskers above his mouth brushing her tender skin and making her weak with desire. He'd wend his way down her thighs, circling around to that crease where they met her body...first one, then the other, and then he'd find...home. He'd lick inside her sex and take her clit in his mouth and those tickling little hairs would drive her mad with excitement.
She could orgasm right now with a touch of her hand. Her breath was coming fast and her breasts were swelled with excitement.
"I'd like to find true love with him," she said, sighing.
Suddenly, the barkeep looked straight at her and their gazes locked. For a moment, neither of them moved. Then, lifting the corners of his mouth in a barely perceptible smile, he winked, and Erin nearly climaxed. She looked away, suspecting her face was flushed. Did he know what she was thinking? Did he realize she was tingling with desire and moist down there? She felt as if everyone in the cocktail lounge knew.
Lea laughed. "I saw that," she said. "He is hot and you caught his attention and vice versa. Do you think he's Italian or Hispanic? He has that swarthy look." Erin glanced his way again and found he was still watching her, arms crossed at his narrow waist. The long sleeves of his light blue dress shirt were rolled up to just below his elbows, exposing the fine layer of dark hair on his arms.
She took a gulp of her drink, nearly emptying the glass. Thinking about the hair that would line the rest of his body...chest, legs, pelvic area...she grew even wetter between her legs.
"I...don't know, but it doesn't matter. I'm in love with Mitch. However, there's an old saying that you're dead when you quit looking at other men." "You weren't just looking. You were flirting and you weren't alone in doing it. But don't look so scared," Lea said, laughing. "You're allowed to get all worked up over another man." She paused to dip a chip in salsa and with it poised in the air, added. "Isn't it enlightening, however, that he's the complete opposite of the guy you're dating? To me, that says Mark Mitchell may not be your type at all."
Erin swallowed the last of her Cosmopolitan and looked over the rim of her glass at the bartender. He had his head turned and she managed to read his name badge. Derek. A nice name with a suitably masculine sound.
Derek must have felt her gaze because he looked around and half-smiling, plucked a cherry from the bowl on the bar and laving it with his tongue, held Erin captive with his eyes. If he could do that with his eyes, imagine what he could do with his...other body parts.