As we went through the door I told her to stand still. Slowly I ran my hand up the back of her dress. I took my time exploring the smoothness of the s...ockings, the contrast with the tops and then finally on up to her luscious bottom. I then turned her round and repeated the process rising from her knees to her stocking tops and on up towards her bush. I was careful to avoid touching her anywhere on the hair or the lips. Next I unbuttoned her dress and slid her slip to the floor.Gently I pushed. We kept kissing like lovers for more than 10 minutes. Our faces were full of saliva and the drool was dropping down on her awesome cleavage and blouse below. She kept moaning as we kissed, and my hands were running all over her neck, back, and sexy ass.My 3-inch-thick cock head was rubbing against her clit. This was giving her pleasure while my hands were running all over her ass cheeks and thighs. I could feel her pussy juices begin to trickle down over my cock and thighs as she got hornier. I. Come inside.”I sat on the wooden chair beside him. He ordered a tea for me too. I was still in my lost world till then. Maybe it was years of feelings that wanted to come out or it was the realization that I had wasted my life for nothing. It was when I drank the so called ‘masala-chai’ that I regained my senses. I realized the wetness of my body and clothes.I noticed the eyes of the shopkeeper peeping at me or specifically my boobs. I realized that I was wearing a white salwar-suit and the. Knowing this didn't help me in the least. I suddenly realized that Jeff's Adonis-like good looks and the rock-hard swell of shoulder under my hand were having a dramatic effect on me too. With his strong forearm snaked about my waist and our new and sudden proximity, I too felt a flush of panic. Out of the blue, I giggled. It wasn't a giggle of amusement either. I sounded like a sixteen-year-old girl being tickled and I couldn't help it. I giggled again like a teenager and wanted to slap.