Her perspiration and pits had a strong smellthat told me she had been working out and as I sniffed at her chest mycock grew even harder. I continued s...cking at her small nipple of herleft pec and running my tongue around the areola. With my one hand Imassaged her flat manly right pec and stroked at her erect clit with theother.Her bare chest rippled beneath my touch as I tickled at her firm manlynipples with my tongue. I licked at her salty sweat and savoured everydroplet. Reaching around I. She blushed and returned to her reading.It occurred to me that I was looking at her differently than I had ever looked at a girl in the past. She was definitely female and I knew that under her sweater there was a pair of breasts. What I found astonishing was that I hadn't tried to picture the size or their shape, let alone think how she would react to my touch.Every time I looked at her I was struck by her tranquil facial expression, the way her hair bounced on her shoulders when she walked. " He puts his glass down and moves closer. His hand rests on my hip and he looks at me closely, he’s judging my reaction. I smile, curious to see what his next move will be, and he knows. His hand glides quickly down to the hem of my dress and up the inside of my thigh. I move in closer to hide the movement from prying eyes. As his hand nears its goal I place a foot on the rail at the base of the bar, parting my thighs, allowing him access. His fingers reach the thin material of my knickers. He squatted down to follow my lift and his black dick fell across my face, throwing off my concentration as I was unable to grab it and pull it to my lips. His hand guided it instead and soon I was looking up at him with my blowjob eyes while I tried to take his wide hunk of meat deep into my throat. He placed the bar onto the rack, allowing me to take his sausage into both hands while I pumped it and sucked it greedily. I hadn’t fucked anyone else, other than my husband, in just over a week.