Yet, from outward appearances I was primed for fun. I dressed in party mode, wearing a jean skirt, a cream colored cami and heels. Well, they were sma...l heels but that was a lot for me. I have pretty nice legs and like to show them off on occasion. Kevin had given me an excuse to bring them out of hiding, temporarily shedding my modesty. I wasn’t sure if this party was the answer, but a night out with Christine was better than sitting at home wallowing self-doubt. Looking around, I spotted a. After a few seconds, she came to sense and looked at me. I winked at her. She just pushed me away but this time in shyness. She spoke.She- Please go now. It’s getting late.Me- But I am hungry, I haven’t eaten anything.She- You are so dirty. Please don’t take me wrong. I am not that type.Me- I only know one thing that you are my type and believe me I am also not that type.She – ok, coffee is ready. Take itMe- I need milk. (I pressed her boobs while saying this.)She- Enough now, stop. This is not. "In public?", she asked, "That'd be different... Let's go!" and off we proceeded to my truck hand in hand.I had to park in the back of the top level because all the other spots were taken. I was kind of pissed off about it earlier, but know realized that it was a stroke of good fortune as I opened the door and let her in.It was a busy day at the airport, but we were alone with each other as we kissed passionately. I sat facing the front with her stradling my lap as our tongues roamed each. I re-introduced myself to her. In response I got an awkward, "Hi". She then quickly left the room.Not discouraged, I picked up where I left off.Our clothing was soon tossed on the floor. And the amazingness ensued. The first thing I noticed was that her boobs were much more perky when supported by a bra. I didnt care really. She had 3 k**s for fuck sake.And her baby scar, stretched across her tiny torso. And at that moment, I felt like a king.Surprisingly tight, I forced my way in. I'm no John.