The bistro was the favorite of the local police. It was small and cozy. They were allowed to move the tables around as needed to accommodate the size ...f their parties. They got billed for their meals, but the amount was about half of what it should be. If they were in uniform and working, they didn’t get a bill at all. I don’t know if it was the hard guys in back or the uniformed police in the front, but we were never robbed, the patrons were never bothered outside, and there was no graffiti. I muttered that I needed to go to the ladies room.There I sat in a stall and tried to compose myself. I was surprised by how wet I was. I loved to tease men; but I had let this get out of control. When I returned to the table I felt even hornier as I squeezed back in next to Sean. He smiled at me and his hand returned to my leg.Then I spread my thighs slightly.Sean smiled and slid his hand all the way up, rubbing my thong fabric briefly before pulling it to the side. His fingers immediately. I am rewarded with a finger sliding in and connecting with the sensitive nerves just inside of me. Thrust after thrust and my moans become higher pitched. “She wants more” I hear you say. I wonder if anyone can see in the window and what they would think.The one finger becomes two. As they rhythmically pound me, my clit is still getting the intensity of the vibrator, and my nipples are being tortured. I moan out an extended “more” and I get three long fingers, then four. The pounding action is. Thankfully he said that he had had them in the past so he didn't panic. at this point, i felt his dick grow, it grew bigger than mine, probably around 5 inches to my 4. Instictively I asked if he wanted to stop, but instead he just looked at me and started to slowly jerk my dick up and down. This to me felt amazing so i started to return the favour. Looking back now we were two friends jacking each other off but then, i just felt like we were playing.He said that he had looked at some of his.