We stood there, and my eyes feasted on those nipples poking out at the tank top material, wondering if she were using her feminine wiles on me. If she...was, it was working. ‘So I guess I see you back at the restaurant,’ she said and turned to head back to her Italian wheels. ‘Mona?’ ‘What?’ ‘Drive around the block.’ ‘Okay,’ she said, not bothering to ask why. That sealed the deal. I waited as she drove off and was in just about the same spot when she finished circling the block. I’d seen no. I was already unbuttoning the blouse further, and removing it slowly.Letting the soft fabric fall away from my arms. I then did the same withthe already too tight pants that were pushing my panties further up myass. I felt my behind relieved at letting gravity finally do its job. Icouldn't believe part of me seemed to be enjoying this. I stared in themirror for a few moments. The bra firmly held my breasts in place. I wasabout to remove it, and expose my chest for the first time,. With each step the streetsbecome quieter and you find yourself on a familiar street with oftvisited shops. You pause outside a vintage boutique, drawn to the dressin the window. It's beautiful, black silk with covering of fine ornatelace, wide neck, long sleeves, it would end just above your knee. Thepause becomes linger and your mind focuses constructing the whole look,the shoes, underwear, accessories, hair and make up until you can seeyourself in a mirror, a vision of femimine perfection.. She could feel his hands spreading her moist pussy and a moment later, she felt his tongue tickling her clitoris. Not breaking the kiss, she ground her hips back onto his tongue. Her arms were around Sam’s neck her tongue dueling with his while Ed ate her pussy. Her body tensed, then released a torrent of juices on her one lovers tongue. Breaking the kiss, she dropped her head to Sam’s lap and fished out his hard cock. Pulling it from his suit slacks her tongue danced on the head of his.