I'm no exhibitionist, and as the customers started to dry up and the clock needle approached 7pm, I began to get excited and nervous at the same time....Sara rubbed her hands with glee. "Can we get started?" It's not 7pm yet," I replied indignantly and pointed at the clock behind me. "Well not quite." She tutted; I had seconds to go and she shook her head, before retrieving her camera from the staff room. The wait was agonising and my heart pumped angrily in my chest. My fingers tingled in. I noticed she was rubbing her pussy through her skimpy satin panties. She started making her way over to us. Paul spotted her and darted around the other side of me with a look of panic on his face. "Don't worry Paul, she said "my sister told me you like looking at her dildos, how do you like the real thing??" I was a little shocked to hear her say this, but I knew Donna was enjoying winding up her sister's husband.Donna came over to me and started stroking my cock while he looked on."You want. “Oh, no you don’t; I’ve been waiting for this and in my house, we do it my way,” I grunted. I put an arm under her legs and lifted her to sit on top of the dryer. She put her feet on the edge and leaned back on the control panel. I can never ignore a wet pussy even if I’m on the brink of fucking it; I dove in between her legs and stuck my tongue in her just once. It was positively worth the wait. She voluntarily opened her folds and I lapped at her clit a few times. Either one of us would have. She turned and took me in her arms and, I suspect not unknowingly, she said the perfect thing."Are you as nervous as I am?"I smiled and quietly replied, "What have you got to be nervous about?! You're perfect!"And then we began to kiss again. But this time our hands joined in the fun. We began to caress each other for several long minutes, or a heartbeat, I'm not sure which. Our lips remained welded together and our tongues danced lovingly even as my hand found the zipper on the back of her.