I lifted until she was forced to balance for a moment on one leg as I set her foot beside me on the chair.I lifted until she was forced to balance for a moment on one leg as I set her foot beside me on the chair. Then the eating began in earnest. I could feel her trembling as she began to get close to her climax, and finally she was forced to put her hands on my head and steady herself to keep from falling as she came. As she began to come down, I once again became aware that her husband had been watching, approvingly. By that time, any interest we might have had in drinks was gone. We got into their car with all three of us squeezed into the front seat. We talked about all sorts of things besides sex, but my hand was on her thigh through the slit in the skirt the whole time. Every time that we turned a corner, I could feel her warmth pressed against me. The softness of her breasts pressed against my chest raised more than my spirits. The restaurant, where we went, was configured like the old Victoria Stations with high backed booths, so there was a sense of intimacy yet the feeling of being in a public room. Even before the waiter had come to take our order, I had pulled her blouse open wide enough to bring one of her nipples to my lips and had sucked on it enough to make it hard. I wanted to be able to see them poking through the fabric as we ate.... Once I had gotten Jane's nipples hard, I put her tits back into her blouse just far enough that the tips of her nipples were covered. The dark circles that surrounded her nipples showed in the V that her partly buttoned blouse made. Even while the waiter was taking our order, I had my hand inside her skirt playing with her pussy. Once he had left, I had her slide down in her seat. Before I beginning to really play with her clit, I gave her a napkin to muffle her sounds. Her husband sat across the table from us enjoying the scene as I made her cum. At just about the same time as the food began to arrive, I let her stop to catch her breath back again. As we sat finishing dinner, we could see that the wind had come up outside. As we walked across the parking lot, the wind would catch her skirt and blow it back leaving her entire front exposed. The wind had turned her into an unwitting, although willing, flasher. We had walked only about 30 feet when two couples came around the end of a row of cars. |