"We have to hang out here for a minute." she says. What? Why? We browse the toys on the wall. Her beautiful long blonde hair hangs almost to her ass a... she looks up at the toys. Now I think I know what she's doing. Bait. Is she experienced or just improvising?She never looked back to see who might be watching us. The place wasn't really crowded or anything but it was a Friday night and we'd been out having dinner and drinks.She made her way to the booths. There all four were empty and quiet.. I tried to get my hand into my panties to jerk myself, looking forrelease, but as soon as he understood what I was about to do he slapped myhand, disapproving: "No way, lady! It is not polite to touch your clitwhile I'm fucking you. You should work harder instead..."It was enough for him to stop moving to set me in motion. Craving for cockI clasped my hands over his chest and pushing with my legs I lifted mybutt a bit, feeling his hardness slip slowly half out of my ass, then fallagain on him,. My dick lept forward, held back only by my underwear. Her hands moved down my bare sides and pulled the boxers down. My nine inches spring out like it was spring loaded, standing hard in the soft summer breeze. She blushed slightly and let out a little "Mmm" while she rubbed her hands across her chest and then reached down and pulled her wet tank top over her head. Her tits were small, but perfectly shaped, her cute, pink nipples perking up and a light dusting of freckles on her shoulders. Her. Adam looked up to her, through the delectable ginger tufted cleft he had worshipped so obediently to order, and she heard the words she needed to hear.'Trudy ... will you ... will you marry me?' Trudy smiled with pleasure, and lay her head back, laughing with studied contempt, enjoying engendering the effect of leaving him crestfallen in believing he'd be denied. The laugh made him lavish his tongue on her soft pucker again, the hurt feeling of expecting her refusal, tempered by further sexual.