Overcoat Stories

As time passed, I felt 'us' slipping away.  It required drastic measures.  Calling in a favor, I reserved the bar and asked him to meet me there.   He was seated, nursing a scotch, neat.  "Like what you see?" I asked, dropping the coat and spinning around.   I walked over and kissed him.  Our tongues dueled as the passion reignited.  Clothes shed, his eyes closed as I dropped to my knees and engulfed his cock.  My tongue...