She could just squeeze them together to form a semblance of cleavage. As she began to squeeze and rub her chest her nipples became harder and she rea...ized how good it felt to touch them. She hadn't really seen them this rigid before so she pinched one gently between her fingers. A shot of pleasure hit her lower region.She tweaked her nipple again and she couldn't believe the feeling it gave her. Next she pinched a little harder and rolled it around a little. She could feel it stiffening even. The barman was nineteen-year-old Steve Nelson and after he and Dianne had made phone contact later that evening, he spent that night in Dianne's bed giving her unbelievable sex. After not hearing from him again for three and a bit days, Steve again contacted Dianne and they had another night of sensational fucking.Dianne was not naive enough to think that she was the only woman in Steve's life; in fact, he had shagged two other women in between his nights with Dianne although she did not know. The place between her legs, that fleshy center that no good and decent girl was supposed to even think about until she gave it over to her husband as his right on their wedding night, dominated her consciousness in a way it never had before. Oh, to be rid of that hideous, compelling sensation! How? Her first and overbearing urge was to rub it away, but that would be a sin every bit as bad as what she’d just witnessed. The door to her room was a sight of welcome sanctuary. She went through,. ‘I’m going to enjoy tonight.’ I thought to myself, savouring the memory of her green eyes with a spark of sensuality deep inside. I went to the coffee bar and sat in a corner nursing a cappuccino and thinking about what to wear and what toys to use, when she came in. I watched her closely. She sat at a table on the other side of the room and looked at her smartphone messages. I crossed my legs allowing my skirt to ride up a little. She obviously was aware of my gaze and looked up from the.