My hands slowly massaged my breasts. My finger tips teasing the puffy nipples gently.My hands lowered, sliding my skirt down and then my panties. I st...od naked in front of the mirror. My fingertips moved gently down my belly and along my slit, tips just touching my clit massaging gently. I couldn't get the thought of Wendy out of my mind. "God I wish Greg were here," I thought as I shuddered through a small orgasm. "Lord look at the time," I thought as my mind cleared. Reaching into the drawer. Things were looking up.The station was easy to find and I arrived in plenty of time. I parked up in the car park by the main entrance and crossed the road to the coffee shop next door. I ordered a small coffee, paid and set myself up at a table near the door, looking out onto the street. I had brought a newspaper with me but had left it in the car. I didn't wan't you to think I was trying to act unduly casual, so I just sat there, sipping my drink and waiting quietly, occasionally looking out. "Without any warning he lifted my torso and pulled off my shirt and bra in one swift motion, exposing my very hard nipples to his face and fingers. He sucked one of them into his mouth, teasing it ever so gently with his tounge, and rubbed the back of his fingers across the other in the way he knew drove me wild.The maneuver that got my shirt off also placed him in between my stretchy pant covered legs. He ground his throbbing cock against my sex. Dry humping was a thing we were very good at.. I slumped backwards off the arm and settled into the single sofa. “Would you like something soft? Or maybe something a little stronger?”“Something strong would be good.”He knelt down behind the counter, out of sight. “I agree.” I ran a hand against my blouse again and felt my breasts hardening, my nipples visible through the thin material. “Sorry, I don’t think you’ll like it. All I’ve got is whisky.”“You know, whisky sounds great about now.”“You sure?” It’s pretty strong stuff!”“Bring it.