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She was patient, which was fortunate because she wasn’t very good at it. “And a glass of red for her, too, please.” A voice said to her left, a figure that she had until now ignored now tapping her empty glass. “Oh you don’t have to…” she started looking up at the generous stranger, indian her voice a little bit heavy from drinking, but still clear. She small tits looked up into the face of a young man, strikingly handsome she thought, his eyes a piercing blue that widened, almost in surprise as he saw her. She tilted her head and blinked curiously from behind her glasses, “Hey… Do I know you?” He let out a little laugh and glanced around the bar, “Hey uh, I don’t know, do you?” His voice was rich and full of character, his teeth a gleaming white as he smiled. She felt a warmth at her cheeks and she found herself sitting a little straighter, “You look familiar…” she studied his face for a moment, “Have you been on TV?” His smile broadened and he laughed again, shaking his head, “No no, nothing like that, you uh, you come here often?” He ran a hand through his short black hair and flashed her another winning smile. “No no… First time,” she gestured towards the trio of women she’d come with dancing on the floor, “with them from work.” Tall and handsome glanced across towards the three and she took the opportunity to quickly sweep her eyes up and down his figure, slender, but his bare arms looked strong. By the time he looked back she was smiling innocently up at him. “You er… Want to grab a booth?” He asked with a little smile as their drinks arrived, using his card to pay contactless as he picked up his glass of something amber and bubbly. She bit her lip. lick He was gorgeous and looked so familiar, she was sure she’d seen him somewhere but couldn’t place his face. She might not have been sure what to expect, but she wasn’t going to say no to someone like this. “Um, sure?” she masturbation said with a shy smile, moving to stand, a little wobbly. As she stepped down she found his hand on her elbow, offering her just the smallest bit of support, “Ah, thanks, um, the names Faith, by the way.” He smiled, “Faith, I’m Michael.” Michael, far from releasing her elbow linked his arm with hers, giving her a little guidance as they made their way past the dancing groups towards one of the seating booths off to the side. He was taller than her by maybe three inches or so, though she was wearing some pretty serious heels that probably meant, given fetish that she was five eight, he’d be about six two. “So ah, Michael, are you here with friends?” she asked as they found a spare booth, sitting down across from each other, the small table making it a cosy experience. He shrugged a little, glancing around before lifting and sipping his drink, eying her curiously, “For a bit, think they moved on, but I’ve got a reason to stay…” She lifted her glass of wine to hide her blush, “Oh?” He winked and she almost fainted, her cheeks ablaze. “You’re sweet,” she smiled, biting her lip for a moment before taking a sip of her wine, the lipstick leaving a red mark on the rim as she held the glass by her elbow, finger tracing delicately over the stem. “So, what do you do for a living Faith?” he asked with a little smirk, raising one eyebrow. “Oh I um, teach. Highschool.” She replied with a little nod. 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