I just can't stop thinking about last night. We met at the bar. You introduced yourself, complimented me on my pantyhose. Flirted with me, touched me, aroused me. You whispered in my ear, rubbed against my pussy. Right now I can't help but rub my wet, wanting pussy. Thinking about all the sexy things you said and did to me last night. Getting myself so wet, remembering your touch, remembering your words. Not wanting it to end. Playing while everyone watched, and quickly looking away. You were sexy and magical. You made me cum last night, and you're making me cum again as I imagine our sexy time together as I play with my wet, wet pussy. I hope I run into you again, so we can play again.