"I'm counting on it," she said, the tingling spreading over her entire body. She glanced around. She could see no one but the bartender and he was busy cleaning glasses at the other end of the long bar. She brought his hand to her tits. "I noticed you looking at them."

Frank's hand spanned the pliant meat of her tits. "You're giving me a hard-on," he groaned.

An impish smile tugged at her mouth. She dropped her hand to his lap and boldly squeezed his crotch. "Mmmm, I'll bet it's a giant one, too."

Frank moaned as her fingers clutched his cock. "Baby, you're dynamite." He fondled her tits, anxious to leave. With his apartment just around the corner and the progress he was making, he was sorry he hadn't taken her directly to his place.

"I'm creaming my panties," she said, leaning close, bringing her lips to his ear. "I'm creaming all over." She ran her tongue into his ear and then nipped her teeth into his earlobe.

"Baby," he groaned, squeezing her tit hard. "Let's get put of here." He let out his breath.

She took her hand off his crotch and picked up her drink, draining the glass. "Damn, that was good."

"C'mon, baby. My place is just around the corner and my bed is a lot more comfortable than this booth." He dropped his hand to her lap, massaging his fingers into the soft flesh of her thighs. "We'll have a ball."

"I know that," she hummed, enjoying his touch, the game, and the excitement of doing it in a public place. "Do you mind if we have another drink first?" She brought her bottom lip into a pout. "I'm thirsty." As if to reassure him, she squeezed his crotch.

Frank groaned, but conceded. He grit his teeth and eased out of the booth. "I'll be right back."

"I'm counting the seconds." Her heart skipped a beat as she watched him leave. Her nipples hurt, the tips irritated in the tight confines of her bra. She dropped her hand down under the table and rubbed her hot flesh. Easing up her skirt she touched bare flesh, the flesh she wanted Frank to fondle before they left the quiet cocktail lounge.