With his foot her moved over one of the tall stools that stood near the bar. She wasn’t a stalker but she was starting to feel the grips of obsession taking her over. Her moans had become louder again, over powering the sounds of their clapping bodies or squishing sound from her pussy. 2 days 7 hours and 14 minutes since he last talked to her. The surprise of it caused tears to well into her eyes. His other hand unzipped his pants. Each of her orgasms were different, this one made her whole body tense and suck the breath from her lungs. Three words and then the call ended. She cried silently as he continued to push himself in and out of her. The breast play had become a recent add on to appease her request for additional intimacy from him. Was she in trouble? A partial scream came out as she let go of her legs. Short moans escaped her lips, as her arms came up around his neck.
