Her soft skin was turning pink with every rub my body gave her at every single thrust. I could see that she was a pro at fucking so I asked, “ Hey S...man, who took your cherry?” She smiled and replied back, blushing, “one day during my elementary college, I watched a porno and got turned on, so I did myself with a cucumber. I imagined it as a cock and sucked it and then fucked myself with it till I had a violent orgasm.” I asked “So which is better, the cucumber or my cock?” She replied, “Your. I promise. Don’t you like it?’She looks around. He’s right.People are oblivious to the psychological warfare going on at the table tucked away in the corner. Couples continue their inane chitchat. Waiters desperately ignore patronising conversation from idiotic men trying to show they know something about wine to their disinterested dates.Nobody gives a fuck that a very pretty piece of jewellery has changed hands at the table in the corner. Nobody’s looking at the woman staring at the table,. Eventually the day arrived and I got held up so was slightly late, very unlike me I must say. I walked into the coffee shop and recognised Eric immediately, he stood up as he saw me and gave me a shy hug. Two cups of coffee and a few hours later it was time to say goodbye. We left the coffee shop and stood outside talking for another few minutes. Then he hugged me again. I felt his grip tighten and it was so difficult to break the hug. A week or so after this he asked me to meet him in the. I mean, they looked so sexy and she usually dressed so plain and conservative, they seemed so uncharacteristic of her. But then again, that porno....Liz had surprised me like hell that night. Nobody who knew her would ever think Liz was sexually active or harboured such desires so strongly. I thought to myself, “who are the sexy panties for? I mean, what’s the point in Liz wearing them if no-one is going to see her in them? I guess it’s just for her own satisfaction”.A few minutes later I heard.