I took a seat in a quiet corner of the bar. Directly opposite her husband. Little did he know, yet at least, what was in store for him tonight, and his hot wife Helen.
She returned from the ladies, clutch bag in hand looking stunning, and just a little bit flushed. She also looked gorgeous. Her long dress exposing just a glimpse of leg as she walked slowly towards me.
She sat beside me and took a sip of the cocktail I had got for her. Then, looking straight into my eyes, she reached into her bag, took out her knickers, placing them in my hand,.
The soft silky feel of the fabric, still warm, sent the blood rushing to my cock.
‘I am impressed’ I said, ‘and inspired’. We are going to have some fun tonight Helen!’
I placed her knickers on the table in front of us both - I wanted anyone who saw to know exactly what she wanted - and I placed a hand on her thigh, sliding it upwards and skipping a finger inside the hem of her dress.
She took another sip to hide the sound of her quickening breath. And she opened her legs to encourage me. The long black dress opened too, and I was able to feel the silky warmth of her thigh, and then, reaching a finger higher, the soft hair of her trimmed bush.
She kept one hand in her glass, then reached her other under the table to feel my stiffness. We were now both breathing hard, intoxicated by the rush of excitement and the anticipation of what was sure to come.
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