Be bold.

"Hm, I think I do." you don't waste and time - you've kind of figured how some women work by now. For some their thoughts simply can't escape their inner inhibitions. Lust. Rachel was one of them, though you can't imainge why in particular she's focused on you. Maybe she's lonely, maybe she wants the attention. Thrives off it.

But what do you care, in the end if she wants something you'll be happy to give it to her. So with her hand on your thigh, you grab it by the wrist and place it on your bulge. Rachel gasps, the sudden maneuver most likely unexpected for the girl. She's used to guys probably taking it slow & easy, but not you. Not you David. But your action doesn't dissuade her, instead the brunette bites her lip.

"Other guys take a minute," she moans.

"You'll learn in more ways than one I'm not like other men." you respond as Rachel starts massgaging your bulge. The girl leans in closer there's a visual excitement on her face.

"I can already feel -"

"You two, get a room. I'm not having anyone fuck here, seriously." the bartender says causing Rachel to chuckle clearly a previous arrangement gone wrong. You stand and take Rachel's hand, dragging her up with you. The girl chuckles as you drag her closer to you pinning her to your larger form, and groping at her ass. Very nice - very - very nice.

"Well then, let's take this somewhere private." you smirk and start to walk away, Rachel being dragged behind you with glee.