I let my hands slip down his back to cradle his bum. I squeeze his cheeks, then slide a hand between his legs from behind. I can feel the round bulge ...f his scrotum, then the curve of his prick, already semi-hard. I let my hand slide along the length, feeling the smooth firm shape.Suddenly I hear voices, soft laughter, shockingly close. A young couple about our age come strolling round a bush, chatting. We’re not doing anything too naughty, but I still jump and feel guilty, letting go of his. . Nuts, I've run out of euphemisms. We did it again.He hadn't really pulled out of me after the first time, so it was kind of interesting, as he kissed and fondled, and I touched, kissed, and caressed back, to feel him growing in me. I missed that electric moment of him putting it in me, but not to worry, we did it a number of different ways, and I got that sensation all over again.There's only so much room on a couch, and we sort of had to share it with another couple, so we migrated to the. I drew the skirt up alluringly on the hip to show part of my buttock. I bent over and lifted it all the way up to my waist so I could get a good look of how my ass might look to someone else. That was particularly horny but what turned me on most of all was the sight of my ‘pussy’ as I lifted the skirt up at the front. I just stared and took in all the possibilities. Closing my eyes I rubbed the flat of my hand over my cock and felt the pressure rise under my pantyhose and thong. My cock was. For dressy purposes or when I am at some affair that needs a dress orskirt I usually use pantyhose. Otherwise, for casual events or regularshopping, I wear designer jeans or tailored pants.The service seems to go on and on and I let my mind stray to looking atthe generic stained glass windows and fitments in the chapel. I ammeeting a client later today, in fact an hour or so after this event,so I am wearing my work clothes, you might say, under my black suit andgray blouse.I tuck just a wisp of.