"Does touch of real man feel better than hands of secret boyfriend?"Her eyes snapped open. "Don't talk about that!" Her arms came up to cover her ches... and forced his hands away. "Let's just ... do this, ok? Let me suck your thing so I can go." Is not 'thing'," Val growled. He took her wrists in his hands and easily pulled them away from her chest. "Is my khui, my needle. 'Three happy letters'." He placed her hands overtop the bulge in his jeans. "Is to be loved and appreciated." Her fingers. He was probably 6'4" and heavily muscled. The man finished filling up his drink bottle and walked towards a nearby bench, nodding politely as he passed Eric.Eric went back to squatting, but couldn't help sneaking peeks at the man. The man started benching an impressive amount as Eric looked on. However, his attention was quickly drawn elsewhere. A large bulge in the man's gym shorts was a magnet for his gaze. He was so distracted he stood there with weights on his shoulders without moving, just. I made sure that he got a good eye full of my generous cleavage, I little taster of what was to come. Our bar stools close, we sat facing each other. With one arm each leaning on the bar with our glasses in hand and our other hands holding each others. I leant in and whispered in his ear. “Tom, I am sooooo wet for you right now.” He turned his face to look straight into my eyes, I saw that glint, and he saw the same in my eyes. Our thighs touched each others, scissored, as we sat opposite each. At the time I was staying in a hotel in central London and as they lived in the suburbs they suggested that we meet socially for lunch in town if I could have a break from work. I of course agreed and arranged to meet them at a pub far enough away from my office but close enough.So lunchtime came and I arrived at the pub just before 12:00 and sat at a table in like a both waiting for my guests when I got a text from Patrick saying there was a problem on the tube and they were going to be 15.