He would sit near the window and read his paper while he ate his lunch. He was always alone. He wore no wedding ring. His cell phone never rang and he...never called anyone. He seemed oblivious to everyone and everything else around him. He would spend exactly 55 minutes in the sandwich shop. Then he'd clean his table, fold his paper and head out the door and across the street to his building.My fantasies of him began shortly after I learned his daily lunch routine. As I sat alone at my table. His other hand began to wonder and feel my body, I was getting too turned on. I moved my hand to the outline of his cock that was bulging through his jeans and began grab it. I let out a moan. He began to whisper in my ear “Sase I want to fuck you, please”. He carried on kissing me around my neck as I tried to hold back my moans. He fidgeted and moved his hand and began to unbutton his pants, he pulled them both down revealing his brown thick piece of meat which was looking straight at me. I. I rolled the stockings downto the toe and then slipped them on my bare feet, rolling them up tomid thigh. Sherry had to show me how to fasten the metal and rubbergarter tabs. Like the rest of my body shaper, the garters were rubberand stretched down to attach to my stocking tops. Once fastened, thegarters put a downward pull on my garment. Sherry compensated for thisby shortening the shoulder straps until a sort of equilibrium wasreached."Your pretty breasts are becoming much more prominent. She asked my where abouts and then called me to a place for a cup of tea.I finished my job and rushed back to the spot where I found her waiting. When I saw her carefully I found that she is a real beauty. She has a killing figure. 34,28,36 is her composition. I wold like to tell you that in Haryana ladies cover their face with a veil (Ghunghat). I took her to a restaurant outside the city and sat in a secluded corner. I asked for her choice. She frantically replied what ever you like and I.