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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Forward a little to a Wednesday evening where Cathy and I car shared to a local event, during the journey she told me that she and Lionel weren't on talking terms and that he was getting the cold shoulder for a few days. However when I probed a little further Cathy changed the subject and that for the time being was that. After the local event we drove home and chatted quite amicably until I pulled up outside her house and asked her if everything was alright she told me that Lionel was a bully. My response was to suggest she dump him and move on. Cathy told me that he wasn't a bully in the violent or abusive sense which mystified me a bit. The conversation continued in this way, just going round in circles for a while and really solving nothing. On this evening Cathy was dressed in a dark grey pencil skirt, opaques and boots with a nice blouse that showed her cleveage off to stunning effect. She must've sensed me looking as she smiled then pulled her jacket over her shoulders and as she started to get out of the car told me: 'If you buy me a few drinks next time we're out I'll tell you all about it, I wouldn't mind hearing a mans perspective on all of this' and with that she was gone. Fast forward four weeks to an event a little further afield and Cathy shared my car again, looking sexy in fitted jeans, black boots and a silky blouse and you get the idea. The night passed well with Cathy having quite a bit to drink, on the way home she suggested we pull over into a layby and have this chat, making it clear that this was all that was going to happen because she was a friend to both C and myself and anything else would finish her friendship with me. So agreeing, and to be quite frank, nothing sexual toward Cathy ever crossed my mind. So parked up, seatbelts off, Cathy made herself comfortable in the front passenger seat and the chat begun. On that first date with Lionel Cathy had invested a lot in a hair do, make over manicure and pedicure, not to mention the wine coloured dress. a pair of expensive opaque hold ups and KMD lingerie - incidentally one of C's fave lingerie outlets - had completed the ensemble. Cathy had arranged a taxi to take Lionel and herself into the town centre where she had booked a restaurant, even though both drive, Wll she told me from the moment they both got into the taxi, Lionel who has it turned out been widowed for about 2 years and who had nursed his wife for many years prior to her death had not had any form of sexual contact for many years. First thing he did in the back of the taxi was to ask Cathy 'are those stockings you're wearing' and when she replied in the affirmative he reached his hand down and stroked them through her dress. Now she told me that she felt this was ok, as a) they were going out b) nothing was on show c) she hadn't had any sexual attention even at the dreaded works Christmas party so it felt nice and introduced a frisson of adventure. However, this must've been all too much for Lionel because as quick as a flash he moved his hand down to her knee and then moved his hand between her legs then up her dress, a move that caused her dress to be pushed further up her legs which gave not only her paramour a good view of her legs, bare thigh and knickers, but also the taxi driver! Despite Cathy's protests Lionel continued to move until his fingers made contact with her sweet spot through her knickers. The more Cathy struggled to pull down her dress and push Lionels hand away the more determined to continue with his fun he became. Cathy said that she told Lionel that she didn't want to do this in the taxi and that the taxi driver, who appeared to be enjoying the in car entertainment, had a large grin on his face. Lionel told Cathy ' He's seen it all before' and continued to stroke Cathy's legs and sweet spot through her knickers. Cathy told me that despite her reservations she was quite turned on by Lionels actions and felt that he was enjoying showing her off and who was boss in the back of that taxi. Eventually they arrived at the restaurant and Cathy struggled out of the taxi a little more dishevelled than when she had got into it. |
