She stirs and my legs wrap his torso, his belt buckle cold against my thigh. The shift of weight permits him to more easily bury his face in my neck. ...ight stubble first scuffs then scratches my tender flesh, his patchouli and cinnamon scent drifts between us, mixing with faint traces of wine and the distinct overtones of jasmine from my fiery sex. I’m overcome with the raw energy between us. Never been more ready and willing to accept what he has to offer, despite the risqué circumstances.. After visiting the bathroom we again sat in his kitchen as John told me about his life, I asked where his wife was and he said “In town”. As he stood by the sink to wash the cups I came up behind and ran my hands over his bum, “Show me your bedroom John” I said, we walked up a level and he opened a door.We walked in and I sat on the bed and removed my shoes, then my pants and shirt, I was naked except for my boxer shorts, I laid down on his bed and said “Come here John”, he stripped off and. She spread her legs to show her beautiful pussy to me, and as she adjusted her breasts with one hand, she began to slowly tease me by playing with herself!!My cock was aching for release now! I could see the trails of pre-cum webbing from its tip to my navel. I know that no one has ever died from denied orgasm, but I was truly frightened I might be the first one!! I watched as fingers disappeared into her wet slit and as she licked them clean when they came back into view. She chuckled,. She grinned coyly at me, then grabbed the bottom of her pale pink tank top, lifting it slowly. The taught, pale stomach of a runner appeared. I was delighted to see that while not overly present, her freckles werent restricted to her face. She slowly lifted it, pausing just beneath her small breasts. All the way off, I told her. She smiled devilishly and lifted it up and over her head. I got a brief look at her dime sized areolas before her forearm covered them. What are you, some kind of perv?.