Yes, she knew it would only tempt her, but what was wrong with looking? No one told her she couldn’t look. They just said she couldn’t touch. Then...she found him. He was sitting alone at one of the tables, looking around the room, not touching his food. She took in his striking features again. He had a hint of stubble on his strong chin. She wondered what the feel of that stubble on her neck would feel like… That was almost her favorite part of sex; the feel of stubble scratching down her skin…. ."here's you go, Cocksucker!"Perhaps the biggest shock was her earnestness that it was time for me to make it happen for real, and her next step in our sex life.It was one of the rare days she worked from home. (I always do. Being a website developer has its advantages.) Our doorbell rang, and I looked up quizzically."Are we expecting a delivery?" I asked."Oh, I sure am!" she replied in a tone of voice that made it clear that she expected to be very happy with what was delivered.But this was no. He's excited to meet you."Dot was full of questions. I did my best to answer them without giving too much away.We were greeted by my friend Toby at the door, "Hi, you must be Dot."Dot gave Toby a friendly kiss on the cheek and a hug, "Hello. You know my name?" Oh yes, and may I say you take a lovely photograph."Dot looked at me inquisitively, "I will explain when we get inside," I told her.Toby told us to make ourselves comfortable, and he would make us a drink. "Iced tea," he asked.As soon as. I thought it would have been a fluke. A one-off earlier with the k** and the handjob. Really? Again? I can't say that I'm not flattered. I was, really. Gathering my nerves before turning to see who my next suitor was, I slowly turned without my legs shaking so much this time. Whomever was in the car, they would see me as fairly confident hooker walking the street.Leaning on the passenger door of the Lincoln gave me a view of a middle aged man with a pleasant smile and good looks. Kinda.