After he had moved down her body with is hands, on her stomach, then down her legs, looking over her body the whole time, He came back to her breasts,...playing with them, kneading them some more. He kissed her here and there, lightly. Finally, she asked to have a turn to explore him. He lay on his back, as she got up on her knees in turn. She similarly ran her hands up and down his body, first spending a lot of time just on his chest. She caressed it, kissed it. She watched how is cock responded. He tried the coffee again, and found that the temperature was just about right.A woman stopped by the table and said, “Hello, Jim. Mind if I join you?”Dexter looked up at the woman. She was about five years younger than he was. Unlike a lot of women her age, she still had the figure of a much younger woman. She had blond hair that was pulled back from her face and fixed in some sort of swirl at the back. His first impression was that she was pretty. His second impression was that she was more. She had a habit of playing with the straw in her drink with her tongue as she started to take a drink. She’s doing this to tease me I thought. All I could think about was having her tongue wrapped around the head of my dick each time she took a drink.We made mostly small talk, things like where we went to school, how we ended up where we are, how nice k**s are to have in your life and such. We giggled about the truckers at the bar and wondered when the last time they had changed the oil in. “Oh, fuck that’s so damn good!” she cried out softly.She wasn’t wrong when she said she had been desperate; she kept peeing for almost a minute and a huge pool had built up between her feet. When she had finished, she stepped away from the puddle, took a tissue from her purse, wiped her wet pussy and fingers, and pulled the bottom of her skirt down.“I needed that!” she said. “Now, I guess we should get to the car with the others. We really should have made arrangements earlier for you to sleep.