I hooked my helmet on the handlebars of my bike and made my way the very short distance to where she was sitting on the pavilion picnic table.“Does ...t bother you that I’m black?” she asked.“Oh, hell no,” I replied. “What bothers me is that I hadn’t found you long before now.”Christine placed her hands on the table behind her and leaned back. Her jacket parted, revealing more of her very luscious looking globes.“I love the view up here,” she noted, looking across the great expanse of the open. Emma was a little giggly and unsteady as we made our way home.I wasn't expecting anything other than sleep when we fell into bed, but Emma was happily amorous and I was more than happy to co-operate. We didn't spend a lot of time on foreplay. In some ways, the whole day had been foreplay ... yes, even the museum, with constant touching and affectionate words. I was a little worried as she pulled me on top of her, but she was wet and ready and I slid in – not easily, she was too tight, but. She leant down to clutch the hem of her dress and lifted it so she could do what he asked and what she now wanted.She put the handset on the bar briefly and hooked off her knickers with both hands.Picked up the handset and as she ran a finger along her wet lips she asked “ What do you want me to do?”“ I want you to cum but I want you sitting on the bar when you do it.”She was happy to comply and made a move “NO!......No.Don’t turn the light out.....please”The pub low lights were still on and. Yes." So was I." He beamed that lovely smile again.We paused in our gentle flirtation, as Mario had appeared with the Chianti, insisting on Tony tasting it, before filling my glass and then my companion's. After the Italian had departed, Tony waded straight back in. Lifting his red wine, he whispered, "If it wasn't so public in here, I'd love to run my hand along your thigh right now, Sam. Would you let me?" Shit!" Sorry, did that offend you?" Far from it. It caused a minor seismic reaction.