You stop only when your penis is pressing against the entrance to my body, the opening of my vagina. Your hand is on my shoulder, pressing me forward,...pushing me to bend at the waist. I reach out with my hands and place them on the wall in front of me to steady us from falling. No, this can’t happen like this, my plan is going to end too quickly. Your hard penis is pressing against me and I can’t stop you from entering my wet pussy. Your engorged penis slips into me and you don’t stop until. I mulled around in the Country Store they have on premises, looking at postcards, knickknacks and coffee mugs. I went in to the bathroom to check my appearance. I touched up my make-up, fluffed my hair and put a breath mint in my mouth. I was getting nervous the longer I had to wait. I went back out to the store part of the restaurant and I saw her walk in. It had to be her; she looked just like she did in her picture. We walked towards each other and with a smile on my face, I asked "Judie?". She would be easy to follow.Just like I learned from TV cop shows I followed the little yellow vehicle at a safe distance always trying to have a car in between us. I don't know why I was being so cautious. I was sure that Ms. Pearson didn't know what I drove or for that matter that anyone would have a reason to follow her.I followed her to a street lined with older cheaply built ranch style homes. That surprised me. It was a lot lower scale neighborhood than I would have expected her to be. I felt like ripping apart her clothes and fuck her on the road itself. I came back to my senses and we went to a bar nearby to have drinks.We reached there and started chatting about life and other things. All this while, I was just thinking about fucking her but was afraid to make a move first. We ordered beer and after having one, we both started to feel a bit tipsy. We were sitting beside each other close but were not touching each other.Then, I decided to make a move and placed my hand on.