I was in no hurry to push things along though. Be patient. Patience, Melissa. Only don’t let her get away. Please don’t let her get away.As term w...s coming to an end, I knew she would be returning to Athens soon. Without me asking, she gave me her home address and insisted I write letters to her. Well, what else could I do? I said, “Of course, how could I not?"She kissed me tenderly on the cheek and then allowed her full, ripe lips to brush mine. "Can you wait until September?"I told her, "Of. He could feel my pussy contract around his finger as I had my first orgasm. He removed his finger, got on to the floor and then buried his head between my legs. He started to lick my juices away and then started to dart his tongue in and out of me really fast. All I could do was lay there and moan, "Oh god, Tom, that feels so good. Please don't stop." "I decide what happens," he said to me with a look in his eyes that slightly worried me but turned me on even more. He continued to lick and suck. He continued.I cast my eyes around the bar, it was lit with subdued tones, couples were making out in corners, relieving their frustrations, often built up at places of work, where restrictions were in place to stop copulation happening, this bar served as a meeting point for two such people to be intimate.We were off to the end and isolated, 'Why not went through my mind', I let my knees open again causing him to look down there. My panties were tied with a little bow above my right hip, I. Because, if a punter looks like they’re lost in thought, have things on their mind, so to speak, that means their guard is down and they’re vulnerable. I’d followed this geezer down the escalator from the street. He was wearing a trilby and his loose-fitting, double-breasted suit-jacket was perfect for a ‘dip’. He was as good a prospect as I was likely to find on that hot Wednesday afternoon. You develop a sixth sense about these things and I anticipated an easy afternoon’s work. The platform.