This is part two of the tale I began here (oral at a sex party). She touched herself in the soft glow of the TV in the back of the cab. Could the cabbie see her, her hand sneaking into her…

We met in a dark bar. Her dress was short. “I’m glad you had me wear boyshorts,” she said. “Otherwise, I’d be getting some contact with this couch.” We shared a drink. Admired the unimaginably hot, if painfully self-involved, lead…