Most guys just say they want to fuck me, or similar crass things, but Bob knows how to ask a woman out. I agreed to meet him at a very nice restaurant...in Gloucester which isn't far from me, allowing me ample time to get ready after work.I got home, saw the boys off to the game, and quickly got ready. I dressed all in black, a tad sexy I thought. When I arrived, Bob was waiting by his car like he’d promised. He kissed me in greeting and, as we walked into the restaurant, he was grinning. The dress was a slinky pale blue number with a nice scoop to show some serious cleavage and a snug fit around the waist and hips. She’d had her dark blonde hair done and it just added to the exotic, sexy look that she wore so well. Some eye shadow and lip gloss caused me to take a few seconds to find my voice.“Oh my, Rhonda. You look incredible. I think I should have worn a tux,” I managed.“Oh come on, Nick. I’m glad you like it. You look perfect. I like the tie. You have good taste to go with. I knew I had a hard on and couldn't keep my eyes off that nipple."Hey twerp! Don't stop rubbing!" I resumed pulling my forefinger and middle finger in and out of her vagina while I rubbed her clitoris in a circular motion with my thumb. But my eyes were still locked on that nipple standing up. Suddenly, two hands grabbed the back of my head and shoved it right onto that breast so that my mouth encircled that nipple. "Don't bite it! Get your teeth out of the way and suck on it, easy, and you can. She told me about sucking his manhood and him tonguing my sex. I wondered if he would find that as a perversion. The way my oldest sister put it, it was just an extension of two loving people expanding their passion for each other. When I asked her how she knew all of these things, she just smiled and explained that she knew of some women who had done them. I asked her if she ever done that, she just giggled then gave me a nice kiss on the lips. She didn't confess or deny my inquiry. She was.