He let his finger get pulled inside before removing it and repeating the motion. The unhurried pace of his digit had my eyes rolling to the back of my...head.Soon, I started to feel my pussy clench, pulling his finger deeper. He then added a second finger and started licking my clit again. The sensation was overwhelming. I felt like I was climbing and climbing, chasing the unattainable.My toes curled into the plush bedcovers as my hips bucked. I could feel the orgasm that was about to consume me.. I put my purse behind his driver seat and reached back to grab something out of my purse. Well I was on my knees with my breast were pressed firmly on his shoulder. I could tell he was excited by this but he didnt say a word other then "Did you get it"? The most obvious thing I've done so far that lead to my getting the most hands on him yet was a similar situation. He picked me up and we went to dinner. My daughter was driving separately and on the way there I "Spilled" a drink in his lap in. It all really did happen and I have set it down the best my memory can recallI was still at college and had to work in a pub to supplement my income. The lounge bar of this high street pub was always very busy but I worked in the much quieter public bar where all the local lads drank. I usually worked on my own but some nights if it was very busy a woman call Jane would help out. Jane was about 30 though she seemed much older to me at the time for I was only 18 then. She wasn't the prettiest of. I had feeling that she is a sweet and energetic person we both had default cartoon avatars for profile picture.On next day I asked whether she is free to play she took some time to reply and we started playing and chatting. Slowly it was becoming more chatting and less playing. The conversations were genuinely intersting and fun. By the time we were saying goodbye we had known a lot about each other including her schedule, favourite dishes, pastimes, her friends, job, workplace and a lot about.