Short. Tight on the hips. With a short-like fabric underneath to shield the panties. She had several colors but the best one was an aquamarine shade o... blue. For a top, she wore the tight-fitting white dry fit shirt. A sports bra was always present as she was, after all, a prude and would not want others to think otherwise, lest realize that for several brief moments already her pussy had close encounters with a cock not that of her husband's.As she was about to leave my wife requests me to go. She orders a drink at the bar, gin and tonic you were able to make out, then comes over and takes a seat near you. She puts her large purse on the chair opposite her and slumps down on her seat with a heavy thump. Taking a sip of her drink she closes her eyes and reaches in behind her neck and begins to rub it. She was obviously tired and stressed.You knew the feeling well. Tired, worn out, after a hard day's work. Looked like it was more than that too. You were guessing her life had hit her. "Damon," I said with a smile, shaking her hand. Her skin was soft andsmooth, and her touch was extremely gentle. "So I guess, we'll have to get going on this thing pretty soon," I said.Erica nodded. "Yeah, I'm actually really busy next week, so if we could get it donethis weekend, that would be great." I agreed. "How about Sunday?" she asked, slinging her backpack over her shoulder. "Sure. Where do you want to work on it?" "How about my place?" she asked. "I live just off campus. We can each. I insisted, at least, on leaving the tip and put down more than I needed to. He said, ‘You’re very generous.’ I replied that I was in ‘a very generous mood.’ ‘Well, then, let me take advantage of your generosity.’ He raised an eyebrow. ‘Say yes to a walk on the boardwalk with me.’ I replied, ‘OK smooth talker.’ He had an endearing laugh. ‘A quick stop first?’ ‘Good idea.’ I went into the ladies room and did my business but before I got up I rubbed my clit just a little. I was wet, swollen and.