We met in the foyer. You kissed me affectionately, but shyly. I was impressed by your comfortable manner , let alone the short dress and those 36D breasts, I had seen in my minds eye for so long. I was shocked at your beauty, and felt I was dreaming. For a supposedly shy, very married woman, you took the bull by the horns, so to speak, and made me at ease, laughing and chatting, as if we had known each other for years. We sat in a booth at the very back of the room, in deference to you---a small place has many tongues that wag, when one of its own is seen out with anyone but her man.The meal was good, and the wine cold.
We had a little too many...but who was counting? The talk was light. We discussed our time on the various chat programs, laughing and joking the whole time. Several glasses later, your hand was in mine. The talk got pretty raunchy, and I could tell you were getting hornier by the minute, as was I. Was it my imagination..or did you really mean to brush my cock with the back of your hand, as it sat in my lap?
There it was again. I look at you. You look at me...your eyes smouldering. My hands shake a little, as you take the one you are holding and rub it over the front of the short dress...lifting it, then pulling the elastic waistband of your panties back and moving my fingers into your luxuriant bush. Im not game to look at your face, but I cant and wont stop now.
My finger probes your labia...hovering over your
clit, teasing small circles round the hardening nub ...your slit dripping...you shift again...looking around for signs of waiters, or interested snoopers.....there are none....sliding your panties down, fingers trembling, as they hook on the elastic. They fall to the floor, under the table, a crumpled ball, for retrieval later. "Maybe not,though,"....the thought enters your mind, "tomorrows cleaners would be shocked to find these,", imagining the look on the face of whoever picks up the frilly knickers, wondering if he or she ... อ่านทั้งเรื่อง
