It didn’t go unnoticed. Indian sex She wrapped her slender fingers around it. Not that there had been many to begin with late on a Tuesday. His short-cropped, brown hair graying at the sides marked him for being closer to fifty than forty. Catching her arm before she could make contact, he gave it a firm twist. Filling her in a way she had not enjoyed in quite a while. She rocked harder, grinding herself down upon him, taking more of him within her, feeling him growing in her. He was tall, six one, sitting there in a blue-stripe shirt, open collar, and black slacks. He watched her, seemingly indifferent. She brought him his refill of ‘hospitality’ placing it in his firm grip while displaying her best fake smile. But when the fire of anger raging in her eyes turned to see his fire of lust starring right through her it was her turn to hesitate. Not that there had been many to begin with late on a Tuesday. She placed the bottle down and the stranger grasped her hand, slowly bringing it to his lips. She wasn’t aware that she was gazing at him as he drank the bourbon, gazing at his lips. She brought him his refill of ‘hospitality’ placing it in his firm grip while displaying her best fake smile.
