Dave felt his desire to fuck the shapely, obviously highly sexed woman returning as he realized there probably wasn't a man in the joint who wouldn't happily change places with him tonight. God, what a bod, he congratulated himself. You really know how to pick them, Wagner. And you're just the guy to show her what real cock is, too.

Surreptitiously he gave his prick a little pat through his pants as he passed through the doors into the cooler night air. Wagner was proud of his nine hard inches of dick and the way all the girls stared wide-eyed when they got a look at his tool.

Once she was out on the sidewalk, Angie turned to wait for him and saw him rub his hand lightly over his crotch. A coquettish gleam in her eye, she extended her own hand to trace the path Dave's had just taken. Reassured by the growing cock-bulge there, she rose on tiptoes to plant her lips firmly yet briefly on his.

"Mmm, feels good down there," she told him lewdly, her blue eyes penetrating his in the gleam of the streetlight.

Wagner nervously turned his head to left and right to make sure they were not being observed. The only person around was one of the club bouncers who'd come out for a quick break and a smoke, but he was looking in the other direction. Reassured, Dave took Angie by the arm and led her towards the parking lot and his car.

Angie had noted her date's nervousness after she copped a feel of his crotch, and she smiled up at him a little condescendingly as he took her arm. "What's the matter?" she taunted him. "Worried about your reputation?"

"There are just some things I think ought to be done in private, that's all," he told her tersely as he held the car door open for her.

"Jeez, that takes a lot of the fun out of life," Angie replied gaily before he'd closed her door. She was in a raw reckless mood, the product of a lot of dancing and a little liquor. Though she knew already she would never really like Dave Wagner, she admired his strong body and handsome features.