Flirting with a married woman
One time, while I was having lunch at a restaurant, an attractive
woman in her late forties, perhaps fifteen years older
than me, walked in and sat at a table nearby. She was not tall,
but had a great figure and blonde hair that might have going
grey. I made eye contact with her as she was being seated.
I couldn?t keep that eye contact because her husband sat
across the table from her, sitting in my line of site. Not
to be daunted, I shifted my chair to one side and was soon
rewarded with another glance from this beautiful woman.
She occasionally would make eye contact with me. Convinced
that there was some interest there, I ran my tongue over
my lip to make sure she knew that my intentions were dishonorable.
She smiled in return. At that point, I knew that I had her.
I slowly got up and walked by her table toward the restrooms.
Just as I passed her table, I caught her eye and out of her
husband?s view, pointed toward the restrooms. She must
have got the hint, because she was there soon after me. I
asked her if we could have a drink later. She told me to wait
in the parking lot after lunch. She and her husband were
in separate cars, and she would find me there. Since we were
out of view of anyone, I reached out and ran my finger across
her lips and down into her cleavage. She smiled and drew
away, but not before I saw her nipples harden. I took my time
returning to my table, and continued to enjoy my view of
this woman while having a leisurely lunch. She never looked
at me again during lunch. Wondering if she had changed her
mind, I nevertheless waited in the parking lot after lunch.
I soon saw the couple come out, kiss and part ways. She actually
left the parking lot, but immediately returned and drove
up to where I was leaning against my hood. When I leaned into
her driver?s side window, I put my hand between her legs,
and asked her if she still wanted a drink. She told me she
was a realtor, and that she had a house nearby to show me where
the owners were at work during the day. While she drove,
I rubbed her mound through her panties. She pulled up to
a very nice house, and took me inside. When the door shut,
she was on me like a tigress. I pulled her skirt up and her
hose down, and promptly ate her while we stood in the front
hall. By the time I got to slide my cock into her, she had already
come twice flooding my face. My balls hurt from having been
aroused so long. I didn?t last more than a few strokes before
I came all over her skirt. We fucked and sucked for an hour
and a half, never leaving the wooden floor of the entrance
hall. When she dropped me off at me car, she gave me her card
and told me that she had another house to show me next week.
I haven?t bought one yet, but I look at lest once a week.
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