Roleplay in the pub

"Thank you, sweetheart," 'Donna' said as Adam approached the table with their drinks. They had moved into one of the many quieter nooks of the pub, Adam guessed so Helen could ramp things up with a bit more privacy.

"What did you do back there with Clive?" Adam asked sitting opposite of Helen. "Did you use a new spell on him?"

Donna's eyes glared at him as she lowered her drink down after taking a sip. "I don't know what you mean?" she said firmly. "He's just gone to get dinner started for us. I thought you'd be pleased of the opportunity to spend some time with me... alone."

Adam dropped his gaze down in embarrassment. He should have known Helen would have wanted to keep up the charade that she was really Donna. Besides, she was in her body and since they were in a public place it would be unusual to any onlookers if he treated her as his girlfriend.

"Sorry Donna," Adam said somewhat timidly. He took a gulp from his beer and shifted awkwardly in his chair.

"So how have you been settling into your new home?" 'Donna' asked. Adam readily understood this was his cue to get the roleplay back on track.

"Very well, thank you. We've finished unpacking now and are settling in nicely."

"That is good to hear. You know, I did enjoy watching you carrying all those big, heavy boxes out of the van when you moved in. It was a treat seeing those muscles of yours at work!" A vulgar grin spread across Donna's face.

"Oh well I do work out a bit I suppose," Adam said modestly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Helen is a very lucky girl. I couldn't help but think about you that night after watching you unpack. I thought about what it must be like to be in your arms. I sent myself over the edge with just my fingers and thoughts of you."

Adam felt a gentle pressure on his crotch as 'Donna' spoke. He looked down to see Donna's foot pressing rhythmically and massaging his balls. Rapidly his cock became engorged, straining against the fabric of his boxers and jeans.

The clanging of a bell knocked Adam out of his stupor. It was the call for last orders and closing time.

"I should probably get going home," 'Donna' said before finishing off her gin and tonic. "Let's walk home together since we only live a few doors apart. I might need to hold onto you a bit as I'm a little tipsy!"

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The walk home took a lot longer than it should have done. Adam was certain that 'Donna' was playing up how drunk she was, and demanded that Adam take her arm in arm. She made more than a few comments about his biceps and ran her fingers over his stomach, almost slipping down into his jeans. Fortunately it was dark enough that no-one would recognise them unless they were very close and the streets were quiet anyway.

Finally they arrived outside Donna and Clive's house after much gropping and stumbling.

"Oh you're such a gentleman getting me home safely," 'Donna' declared. Before Adam could respond he found himself being kissed by the fifty-something woman. Accepting the kiss, he held Donna's body to his. Her musky perfume filled his nose and he breathed her in. Their tongues tangled for a few moments and their hands roamed each others bodies. Just as quickly as the embrace had started it ended, Donna pulled away with a soft moan.

"Goodnight Adam," 'Donna' said with a wink. Stepping backwards her head suddenly dropped to her chest and an increasingly familiar chill surrounded Adam. Donna's body started to sway and he quickly stepped in to steady her.

"Donna, are you okay?" he said in a fluster.

"Oh, Adam, sorry about that. I think I had a little too much to drink. Thank you for walking me home."

Adam helped Donna to her front door before waving goodbye. Inwardly he cursed Helen for putting him in another awkward situation. Equally he cursed her for not letting things go further....