Again she bounced her fingers into me, deep and high and sucked on my clit, sucking and humming and fucking me. Desi porn “whatever you want” then looked away and finished the song with a melancholy more smug than sad, though only He would know that I was wickedly turned on. I wished it were a decade earlier, then at least the bar would have been filled with smoke, a hazy hiding place from which to observe. She flushed again and I laughed. Then my phone beeped…a text, from Him. I was smiling, in my own happy place, barely listening to the pretty, full-bodied girl at the back of the bar belting out a very slightly drunken “Black Velvet.”
I felt Him first, my breath suddenly short. Panting and gasping I sat up and leaned over grasping her head.
