" His voice trembled, even on just one syllable. I opened his pants and he helped me ease them and his loose boxers over his hips. He was completely e...ect. I glanced behind me at the table, flooded with the mid-morning light. The butter he put out for scones had started to sink in the heat. I dipped my fingers in the least solid part, scooped some into my palm, and buttered my hands. He stiffened when I touched him, even though I was carefully gentle, even though he must have known it was. My ... god!"But then you notice he is looking at you - looking at your face in the reflection in the window. Your eyes catch the reflection of his and he winks seductively. He glances down at the reflection of your ample cleavage and then to the throbbing stiffness that is tearing at his trousers. He slides a leg in your direction and presses it against your thigh. The audacity of the movement and the public nature of your situation causes you to burst a sudden wetness between your legs. She wore mismatching underwear, but she looked great. Whatever she had planned was definitely going to be good for me either way. As much as I resented that she was blackmailing I was going to let her have her way.She circled me, her hand sliding over my back and chest. She stood behind me, her hand caressing my ass over my underwear. She seemed to hum her approval as both her hands slid into my underwear cupping my butt.“You have a delicious ass, so firm.”She pulled down my underwear and. "Thank - "As she looked at me properly, she gasped, and put her hands up to herface."Chris? Oh, no, no! It can't be! Not you - you shouldn't be here, Chris!" I'm sorry," I said, "do I know you?"We were standing in a busy street in a town I was visiting for the firsttime, and I had never seen this girl before, so far as I knew. Althoughthere was something vaguely familiar about her boyish figure that Icouldn't quite place."It's me, Chris, Keith! Keith Bradley! At least I was - I'm Miranda.