He looked down at the top half of her pussy which was exposed when she sat down in that tiny skirt. He grinned and asked, "That isn't false advertisin... is it? Are you really easy?"He looked like he was expecting to be told off and sent on his way.She looked up at the guy. He was tall and thin and dressed casually. Beyond that it was hard to tell much about him.Finally, reluctantly, she nodded. I heard several of the men who were close enough to hear the conversation laugh nervously. One of them. I was enticed by their hardness. I stared at them long enough for my cock to start waking up. Before things got weird, I broke my gaze from her breasts. “You, um. You need to change out of those wet clothes. Now.” “Yes, Liam,” she said sweetly. I didn't look at her as she left the room, every thought I had was now directed toward her firm nipples and breasts. I wanted to see them, naked without any clothes. I wanted to feel and hold her tits, wanted to take her nipple into my mouth and suck on. I took us to a Jazz recital I’d heard about being performed about an hour away. I’d shifted our date to an hour earlier just so we could catch it. She seemed to enjoy it, though I was worried she might want a more modern musical interlude. She curled up into my side, ignoring the interfering armrest as best we could. I put my arm over her shoulders, which she casually moved from her shoulder to the edge of her breast for me. I gave it a gently reassuring squeeze, just to let it know it was. At one point she reached a hand back to touch the back of his head and then her palm caressed the side of his face. Finally she was ready and she whispered, “Okay, fuck my pussy, Paul, fuck me hard!” He straightened up, unzipped, unbuckled his belt and slid his pants and boxers down around his knees. He leaned into her and instantly her hand slid underneath them and grabbed his cock. She rubbed it up and down her wet slit, tickling her clit with the tip of his cock. Paul thought he would come.