I opened her dress and leaned down, put her nipple in my mouth and licked it slowly with my tongue.

She murmured, "Oh, darling! Darling!"

I bit her nipple softly. She grabbed my hand and shoved it up under her skirt and pushed me up. Her panties were moist.

"They'll see us," she said. "Just sit still." But she didn't take my hand away. "Oh, God, I'm burning up," she said. "Get me off. Please, get me off."

She pulled her panties right down to her knees and spread her legs. "Oh, God, stick your finger in. Get me off!"

Believe me, that hole was tight and juicy. I got my left forefinger in all the way, right to the hilt, with my right arm around her shoulder, like a very affectionate couple just sitting together in a bar. This must be some crazy fetish with her, wanting to get her gun off in a bar booth. I was willing to bet she'd done it before. Probably a lot. What a sweet little garden of delight was planted between those two soft, firm thighs. I felt the lips of her pussy spread wider and wider. I put the tip of, my finger against her cunt; she had to put her hand over her mouth to keep from screaming out loud. She just sat there and squirmed her ass around without moving her shoulders so nobody could tell in the darkness of that room that she was really reaming; herself. Good thing it wasn't my right hand, or she would have cut my passing down at least ten yards.

Back and forth, Mary Beth squirmed on my finger. I felt her little cunt really squeezing. What a sweet fuck she would make.

She gasped. Her eyes narrowed with exquisite pain. She lifted her buttocks to lengthen the stroke. I knew she'd come now about four times, but there was no stopping her.

Meanwhile, my nuts felt the size of tennis balls. They hurt like hell. I wondered when the hell it was going to be my turn to get off.