After we had been playing for a few months, talk got more intimate and suggestive. We cybered and tried phone sex. We enjoyed it, and decided to meet ...or coffee. We were both just curious about each other. One evening after work, we met at a local donut shop. I couldn't believe how much I enjoyed that evening. We did nothing but talk to each other. It was the first time I had a conversation with a caring woman in 10 years. She listened, to me, and seemed to be interested in what I said. She was. Sparkling green eyes glinted through the dappled forest light flashing back the fire of the sun multiplied by a sum of her beauty. Her nostrils flared slightly as she drew a deep breath and her chest heaved gently. She sucked in her bottom lip as she focused her eyes on me now and leaning forward she absent-mindedly ran her middle finger below her collar bone, tracing a line of sensation that ended circling her delicate pink nipple, causing it to stand high atop her breast begging for my. As he pulled on the joint my hands played with my prize as it lay right at my lap. I caressed his sweet rock hard cock. I rubbed my palms around the shaft and used my thumb to tease his wet slippery head. As his thighs opened wider I pushed closer, my palms playing on this thighs and balls. He caught both my wrists and took them to his dick. He started guiding my hands to play with his groin. I tugged at the light hair at the base of his dick. I slid my palms around his balls, inner thighs and. I smiled at her again and she felt more at ease now. She smiled back in a comforting way. She sheepishly asked, “Bhaiya, yeh saara gym jaake hua?” (Brother, this all happened at the gym).I was confused, and replied, “Kya hua?” (What happened exactly?). She was uncomfortable again but she got over it and said, “Woh aapki body bhaiya. Gym mein kaafi kasrat karte hoge aap haina?” (Oh, that body. You must be excercising at the gym all the time). I laughed a little and said, “Haan kaafi time. Achi.