Woh nashili bhure rang ki aankh meine kaha pinky tumhari aankh bohat khubsurat hai, woh hasne lagi aur kahi sirf aakh tau meine kaha mujhe tau sirf aa...h hi dikhai de rahi hai…Jo dikh raha hai usi ki tarif kar raha hu…Fir woh hansne lagi aur sory bolke usne apna dupatta nikala aur fir kya kasam se pics mein thi aur hakikat mein tau woh bohat hi khubsurat thi…Mein tau dekhta hi reh gaya, woh boli gadi chalane mein dhyan do, warna accident ho jayega…Uska figure tau lajawab thaa….Jo meine uske pic. I looked up and saw his eyes were wide with shock and black with arousal. I moved my hands to his abs that flexed and fit my fingers like a piano keyboard. Then lowered my palms, reached behind him and grabbed his solid glutens. Then he put one hand behind my neck and pulled me into a kiss. Just like everything about him, the kiss was careful and controlled, but it set insides on fire. His other hand traced a line down my neck and under my breasts, and he took time to massage each one. I ran. He got some on his fingers and I heard him suck on them tasting me. I felt the guy on the phone grab my breast. He actually bent down and took my dripping nipple into his mouth and sucked on it. After a few pulls his mouth filled and he swallowed. Releasing it he said into the phone that there was no mistake, they had the right woman.He ended the call and we continued our journey. They sat stoically on either side of me. They hadn't even tucked my boob back into my dress and I wondered. He didn’t come out so I headed over and went in to the toilets..I saw him standing there by the urinal and went and stood near him. I was in luck he was just the sort of man I like. He was in his late forties, early fifties and a bit over weight, dark hair with flecks of gray. Hmm a yummy daddy looking for some sleazy gay sex. Perfect! I took out my cock and stood there for a few seconds. Taking a look out of the corner of my eye I could see him stroking his cock. It wasn’t long but very thick.