You position yourself to expose more of your wetness to my exploring fingers. I slowly drag one finger around the outside of your swelling pussy lips....Your tongue darts in and out of my mouth and your breathing begins to quicken. I feel you squeeze my cock and stroke the shaft through my pants. My fingers now circle the inner part of your lips, dipping into your wetness. I pull away from our kiss, as this public display is getting intense.What's happening under the table, no one can see. I. Until now, we had always met in a coffee shop near to his office but today we wanted somewhere a little more private. Finally the time came to leave. As I walked down the hill towards the hotel, I could feel the excitement building. I wasn’t quite sure what to expect; we hadn’t made any definite plans about what would happen today – we just knew we wanted to go somewhere quiet. He was waiting when I walked into the bar but stood up to greet me. Reaching out to place a hand softly on my waist. Pamela had taken up a position behind me and was feeling my ass with one hand and playing with my tits again with the other hand.I wasn't even trying to do the dishes anymore; I was just standing there letting a sexy young woman feel me up. It was amazing; she was amazing. She was so good with her hands that in no time I felt close to an orgasm. Pamela used her knee to coax me to spread my legs and as soon as I did she started rubbing my pussy."You were hoping I'd do this weren't you, Megan?. Look at my pussy and think about the cock that had just been there spewing its load into me! Isn't that what you'd been fantasizing about! Isn't that what you've been hoping for all this time?" Ye ... yes, I suppose so," I stuttered."You're damned right that's what you wanted!" She suddenly laughed at what I guessed was the expression on my face, and grabbing me by the hair, she pulled my face into her messy, leaking, pussy."Go on; get a good taste of what I've been doing! You might as well get.