I'm dying now. I've tasted her, gotten what she offered, but so little, so short! Jesus, she's cruel. She goes back to her previous routine, grinding just out of reach, then turning around to spread herself and give me another glimpse of her asshole. My hands reach down between my legs and rub, beyond shame now, just seeking satisfaction.
The second song ends and I sit there, dazed. Melody stoops down so we are eye to eye. "Sorry about that, hon. I wanted it, too, but we just can't here". Her eyes dart from side to side, as if she's trying to solve a problem in her head. She leans forward and I feel her warm breath in my ear as she whispers, "Meet me in the restroom after I change - over there". Still dazed with lust, I can only nod my head. Melody smiles and runs her finger suggestively
