But, she didn't attempt to stop me as I continued to feel-up her stocking-covered upper thigh under her clothes."No one will see. It is dark and raini...g, Jhoni," I told her as I started to move my hand and fingers up her warm thigh toward her blocking fists protecting her crotch. I could feel the wire loop and rubber button snap of her garter where it attached to the top of her sheer stocking under my palm. I also felt the band of garter silk as well as warm smooth bare skin, which was ever so. Even the old bill did not bother coming here often. As soon as they left their car and started a walking patrol the yobs would strike and start nicking everything off the car. From the wheels to the lights on the roof, nothing was safe. They could not afford to lose anymore cop cars so they just left the estate alone, which made the club an ideal place to meet up again.Hardly used now, the Curzon was a shabby old club. The main hall with its wooden stage and torn velvet curtains was closed off. “You are not strong enough, my love. Let me.” Her fingers caress my eager manhood. Stroking, exploring every inch. Every bulge and vein. Every part of my pounding member. I flinch each time she traverses the uneven landscape beneath the summit, slowly crossing the tight, narrow bridge towards the cleft above. Sticky droplets stretch into strands as she brings them to her lips.I cannot close my eyes. They drink in every ounce of her presence. Heaving breath and eager tongue. Flames reflect. We were in a dim lit corner of the road outside our pub, her back against its wall. we shared the smoke and while talking I used to go near to her ear and talk , since the music was quite loud. That was the start of the intimacy . Occasional touches, chilly Bangalore night, a little high was just getting the fire ignited. We both knew that we can handle the outside marriage fling.I got to know that her hubby is in the states on project work for more than a year. And that made me realize that.