She moaned as she felt his digits push past her outer lips. Her hand instinctively slid down to his pants, tracing the outline of his hard cock and sw...llen balls.He had pulled the top of her dress down and his warm lips enveloped her nipples. She reached into his pants and pulled his hard, erect cock free. Any remaining reservations were washed away as she stroked it and felt its girth and length in her hand.For a moment, they stood there: her hand wrapped around his cock, his fingers buried in. ”“Might just do that son,” he said, downing the last of his drink and heading to the bar for another.David had a little smile to himself, thinking that he had successfully created a situation that could do him a lot of good.When it came time to leave, David told Heather he would have to walk her home as he had had too much to drink for it to be safe for him to drive. As they were walking out of the car park there was a roar of an engine and a squeal of brakes. David pulled Heather to one side. Not wanting to rock the boat, she just stood there red-faced as they bought the items.They eventually made it to a restaurant. The dining room had one oddity in it. In the very center of the room was a taller table with higher chairs then all the other tables. That just happened to be the one they got. So, it didn’t matter where Robin sat; if anyone from a certain direction looked long enough at her they might notice the missing underwear.Still bewildered from the shopping, Robin was trying to. We arrived at the restaurant and were shown to a lovely table that was tucked away from the other diners. It was an intimate setting, and a candle was lit. Julie ordered a bottle of wine and we both ordered our food. Conversation flowed easily. Julie made sure my wine glass did not run out until I had to say, “I am driving so will have to switch to water I am afraid.”“That is a shame. We could make a night of it, and you could stay over. You do not get to go out often. Why not call your husband.