Across the street, he finally saw a sign that read "Madimba". He crossed the empty road with a casual walking pace, and pushed the door open. A flight...of steps lead downward into a dimly lit cellar, hushed conversations and the faint but unmistakable sound of brass; jazz.He closed the door behind him and carefully tread down the narrow steps. He then looked around, taking in the whole setting of the underground bar. It was elegantly decorated but crudely furnished; crammed but somehow everyone. Her face was unmarred by a frown, or other indication she was unhappy."I've thought about it," she said. Then she was silent.Again, he waited until he couldn't stand it any more."And?"She leaned just far enough to brush her lips against his, and then pulled back."Yes," she whispered.She had seemed to somehow float her entire body towards him, as his face registered shock, and then a joy he couldn't communicate with words.She found a way to help him communicate that joy, as she settled on top of. Her tongue moved inside my mouth and embraced my tongue. All this was new experience to me. All the while her hand gave massage to my cock under the water. She had pushed down my swim trousers and is already having most of my naked cock in her hand. She stroked it underwater, moving the foreskin all the way up and down my cock head. Locking on to the under ring of the cock head on every stroke. She was gentle but firm in her strokes and at times she inserted her hand all the way down to my. For a brief moment she smiled, but that quickly disappeared as a particularly hard thrust elicited a loud moan from between her lips. Still, there was no doubting the enjoyment on her face. I reached underneath her with both hands and grabbed her tight ass and pulled her in to meet my thrusts. Emma began to punctuate each of my hard thrusts with increasingly louder moans. I sensed it was becoming too much for her when she clamped her legs down around my hips as if to slow me down. But not.