His hands made their way from my back and up across my flat, smooth stomach, creeping up my top towards my breasts. He felt them through my bra, and I...pushed him up so he was in a sitting position. I sat on his lap facing him as I undid my top. It was a checkered cowboy style shirt with popper buttons, and I seductively pulled on the fabric as they popped open one by one, revealing my turquoise lace bra. "Fuuuuuck..." he moaned, his big hands massaging them firmly. His eyes met mine. "I. My nipples were already stiffening and my cunny had the usual drip of juice as I anticipated my bit of teasing fun.After a short while I was clip clopping my way up the street with Eric, he paid me compliments as my tit's swayed in the vest top, and my bare legs drew attention from passers by.A couple from the same street approached us, a guy in his 40s and his wife. He was always very friendly but she often just leered at me and gave me disapproving looks.On getting close Eric said hello and. ‘As a matter of fact, yes I do,’ she replied with mock seriousness. ‘Tell me, what is it?’ he insisted. ‘If you must know, I was suddenly reminded of the way you walk around the work table in your cabin and I was blushing at the memory of how you caught me staring at you on my first night there,’ she said blushing again. The image of her lying in his bed, with her hair fanned out all about her, suddenly struck him. He remembered feeling her eyes on him that night and when he had turned to look. He’d been wanking off. Given that I had been hidden behind the storage unit I was free to ogle his body, including his cock. I’d seen a lot of cocks over the years; they came in all sorts of sizes and shapes but Joe’s was special. It was forbidden. And now I wanted it. I didn’t want to fuck him. At least not yet. I just wanted to feel his cock in my hands, in my mouth. Feel its heat, taste it. Worship it. Give it pleasure. I wondered what had happened to make Joe hard. Why hadn’t he had a wank.