" But I don't like standing you up." You're not standing me up. You stand somebody up when you don't call and don't apologize. We can have lunch tomor...ow or something." Well, I don't like doing this to y--" Hey. Do it. Get it out of your system. And leave early. You might hit traffic."The taxi ride to LaGuardia did involve traffic, a lot of it, with the driver swearing and swerving all over the place, and I told him to take it easy lest his twists and turns fling me out of a window. The drive. After a few sips of my vodka tonic, my eyes start to close. Steve picks up on that immediately. And through the squint slits of my eyelids I see his hands move down her shoulders and he leans into her neck and starts to kiss her. My heart was racing and dick was leaking precum. "mmm" Kelsey whispers "Steve that feels so good, but you should behave. Jay is right there." " Don't worry looks like you were right he can't hang with us...he's passed out already"Kelsey turns to look at me"Figures". I tried to speak but she shoved my head between her thighs, wrapped her legs around my head, and said, “Now’s not the time to talk, just eat!” She was so wet, after only a few minutes, her hip started to buck, and I knew what was coming, she covered her mouth with her hands and all I heard we muffled screams. The grip on my head became looser and looser, then she said, “Damn you’re good, I should have got you to eat me out ages ago.” She brushed her feet passed my crotch and I let out a moan. I. Most of the time I got no response or a polite “sorry I don't pose for anyone other than my husband”, but on a couple of occasions I had been given information about prices and what I would be able to do. The most recent encounter had been with a lovely, slightly chubby woman called Diana who I met, with her husband as chaperone, at a small warehouse in North London. I had been nervous and wasn't sure how I would cope with the husband being there and this had inhibited me in what I asked Diana.