“Lord Ragan, is it not?” the tavern owner asked, “I swear if it is not.”“You know me?” Ragan asked, slightly suspicious.“Ah no, of cours... not my Lord. I meant no disrespect,” the tavern owner explained, “But I did see you speak once at my brother’s garrison, during his acceptance ceremony. At Shulwin Garrison, it must have been three years ago now.”Shulwin was the local garrison for this area. It was where he had sent his letter to ask for a platoon to be sent to Leddson. Ragan now remembered. Mind you, I wouldn't have minded being the lad; the night before had shown me that Jen gave as good as she got, and she would be an exciting sexual partner. Somebody was going to be incredibly lucky, and I'd make sure he knew what a fortunate man he was!We had to give up on the kissing after a bit; we were both getting far too excited. It was still raining heavily, and as a quick fuck in the back of the Mini was utterly out of the question for two people our size, we reluctantly agreed to cease. His lips are as soft as his hands. I don’t stop him, wanting his kiss, enjoying the feel and warmth of the moment. I respond with force, kissing his lips with wild abandon, feeling his tongue on mine and then his hands groping my bum, pushing me backwards against a wall. His body now meshed against mine, I reciprocate, hands squeezing his amazing tight butt. No words are exchanged, none are needed in all honesty. We are just lost in the moment, not even caring to check if anyone can see us.. I was kneading them with absolute pleasure due to their sensitivity while plunging my aching fingers into my pussy. Oh God! I was in sheer ecstasy, I was finding release I was on the verge of having my first orgasm for five weeks, when I heard, 'Oh, excuse me'.My heart almost jumped out of my mouth. I pulled my legs off the table and adopted a fetel position in my chair, with my fingers still in my throbbing pussy and hand clutching my tit, I sat forward until my head was on my lap.I was too.