<strong>Sana Lysenko<br/>The Cliff House Bistro<br/>/w Mayson, joined by Danielle and Tristyn...</strong><br/><hr/><br/><em>Mayson said, "It's so nice out today! I'm really happy that we're doing this, thanks for indulging me. You're the best." Mayson nuzzled against Sana a little closer and gave her a quick kiss on the side of the neck before repositioning herself upright in her chair.</em><br/><br/><strong>"Anything for you... Damn, you smell so good, Mayson. I could just eat you for dinner."</strong>Sana's eyes sparkled as she looked over the beautiful Mayson. With a not so sly motion she slipped her hand across and under the slit of Mayson's maroon skirt. Her skin was like silk, an electro-magnetic silk that she just couldn't keep her hands off. Sana slid her hand up along Mayson's thigh and she had no real intention of stopping there. A hunger stirred inside and her heart started to race.<br/><br/>Mayson might have stopped her, or might not have. Sana would never know...<br/><br/><em>Danielle said, "Hey, bitches," (as) she jokingly greeted her two friends. Upon laying her eyes on Sana nearing a wasted state, she added, "Damn girl, you couldn't wait for the rest of us?"</em><br/><br/><strong>"No, no, nothing like that. However, I'm not driving tonight. She is. So if we wanted to..."</strong>She drew out the last word as if waiting for Mayson's approval. Sana played it up by staring at Mayson with big pleading doe eyes. Then stuck her tongue out playfully.<br/><br/>Turning back to Danielle.<strong>"Where's that chiseled Greek god you call a boyfriend anyways? Did that old rustbucket of a bike break down in the parking lot? You know I could hook him up with a real bike."</strong>Her teasing was more for Tristyn's ears but she couldn't resist the urge even when he wasn't there. Sana of course had a state of the art, prototype engine designed Yamaha R6 racing bike.. she loved that thing. Then again, it was what she did for a living.<br/><br/>Sana grinned mischievously.