I looked into her eyes, and I was sure that she was feeling something similar. ‘Careful John!’ I told myself as I found myself falling for my beau...iful, but young, date.The journey back was made in silence, though a very comfortable one. It was as if we both needed to reflect on what was happening between us, because something definitely was. Against all the rules of driving, I kept hold of Lyn’s hand whenever possible. It was moving that when I did need to let go, it was always there waiting. She wriggled her sexy body into it the stretchy Lycra hugging her curves, she made sure the seams were straight and in the right places and pulled her boots on before zipping them up.She strutted over to me and looked me up and down she then took hold of my erection, “ your leaking pre-cum already” she said. She used her thumb to wipe the ooze of my penis then wiped her hand down my lycra covered thigh. “The guests will be here any minute let’s go downstairs and wait when the bell rings you. He was not wrong. As soon as desert came, and she knew the waiter would not be back for a while, she made her move. Under the tablecloth she went, and pulled his zipper down with her teeth. Fortunately, for her, he was wearing boxers that night. “Easy access” she thought to herself as she proceeded to pull his hard, pulsating dick out of his pants, and lightly tickled the head with her tongue. He tried not to show that anything was happening under the table, but he was having trouble. She pulls away and the syrupy precum stretches between her lips and my cockhead. The strand breaks, dividing itself between us. Talia repeats the kiss. And again. Steve and Lynnette look on. “Mmmm…Yeah, you do love Roger’s cock,” Lynnette says knowingly. “Look how much she loves his cock, Steve. Look how she kisses it.” I look over and see Steve still standing and Lynnette still kneeling before him but at a right angle to him so she’s facing our direction. Both are watching me and Talia..