"She reached down and felt my wrist. Her breathing was fast and shallow. She stared into my very soul.After a moment, she laughed and said "Gawddamn, ...ay, you're really fisting me."I laughed nervously, looked around, and said "I'd wondered if you'd notice." Go easy" she said. "I'm afraid of hurting you" I told her and looked around again. "Pay attention to what you're doing" she snapped. "Just keep your hand in a fist until I tell you different." She then grabbed my forearm and started moving. High end residential mostly.I could tell he was a little nervous so I put my hand on his knee under the table. He jerked upright a bit but didn't pull away. We sat and talked a little more and he was a nice guy and with a little time on my hands, my mind always wanders to kinky sex. I felt myself getting my silk panties a little wet as we talked so I slid my hand a little farther up his leg until I could feel his cock in my hand. He kind of twitched again but I could feel he was already. I went along with her lack of knowledge. “Just lay on the bed on your side” I told her. Then I laid down in the opposite directing. “Open your legs darling” I said to her and pushed my face into her crotch and began to probe her pussy with my tongue. She moaned and then began to suck my cock. Yes, she knew what it was alright. Her moans were stifled by my cock in her mouth. Mine were stifled by her crutch and her very wet pussy and clit.I could feel myself getting close and moved my head to. She seemed to be as interested in the walks, quiet evenings at home and the loving sex as I was. We had stopped the bar scene and begun doing 'things' together. She seemed to agree with me that quieter, less rowdy diversion were at least as satisfying. Lord knows our heads hurt a lot less the next morning.Well, that's what I thought until her business trips began to come closer together. She had a job with a cosmetics firm, and visited the firms customers regularly to push and demonstrate 'New.