I was certain that my stolen glances were not going un-noticed by Margret and for some reason this excited me even more. I had never done anything lik... this before and the act of looking at this sexually provocative woman was causing my cock to respond in a most uncomfortable way. I could feel the thickening and lengthening of my shaft pressing tightly against my shorts and I was certain that it was pretty obvious to all sitting around me.For some bizarre reason I suddenly found myself alone. It was weird meeting her for the first time in real life; strange to think that we had shared so many chats and secrets without knowing how we looked! The thing that stood out the most about her pretty face for me was her wicked smile, something I suspected she would have from her cheeky sense of humour.We were easy in each others' company and after a few glasses of wine the inevitable flirting started. I thought that this might happen and though I'd promised myself I wouldn't succumb to. Instinctively I pushed my hips back, but he held me away. I reached my hand back to rub my clit but he grabbed my wrist and stopped me. "You don't get to cum until you answer me." He said calmly though his breathing was heavy. I whimpered but said nothing. He started to pull out of me and I gasped. "Noooooo please!" I whimpered, "Don't make me say it."He paused keeping just the tip of his cock buried in my cunt and stayed there. "Please," I whispered desperately. "Please what slut?" Richard. There was no going back from that. In the middle of the same night he texted that they needed to talk after her next show. Then, to her relief, his next text a few minutes later said, "PS: That was hot." It turned into a near all night sexting session after that. There was still anxiety of seeing him face to face in a couple days, quite different from texting, but finding out that he got turned on by it was such a relief. It also made her horny, knowing that he knew and liked that she'd fucked.