Sensing that I had climaxed, Sarah snuggled up next to me and told me to keep touching her. When my time was up, Sarah reminded me I needed to give her a big tip. She told me I could touch her tits and for the first time in my life I was feeling up a girl skin on skin, squeezing and massaging her big tits, kneading her soft flesh and playing with her hard nipples. She led me to the bed and told me to lay down. Almost every lunch break I’d take a walk, looking for different diners to grab a bite to eat and seek out interesting shops and city landmarks. With her back on the floor, she lifted her legs, resting each stripper-heeled foot on each of my knees giving me an up-close, unrestricted view of her shaved pussy. I was young, poor and dumb but I knew I couldn’t afford a whole hour so I settled on the half-hour option. I’d sit in my little corner of the club, nursing my two beers and patiently decide which girl I’d buy a dance from.
