We got to the crypt down a slippery and uneven spiral staircase. Inside the crypt, it was dark, dank and cold, hardly ideal conditions, but for some r...ason we both knew what was going to happen in there. In a flash we were entwined, with hands and mouths everywhere; I could feel the welcome bulge in his trousers as my juices began to flow. Soon he had his hands down my panties and I was loosening his belt. Suddenly, we heard a footstep on the stone stairs and we had to quickly make ourselves. But again I chose my words badly because the do not invade - they are welcomed - your body has made the entrance not only easier with your wetness, but it almost beckons me on - to drive my fingers deeper. Your hand also comes up to the breast I am suckling on to massage it more - to caress it into my mouth to stimulate, I know that your breasts are becoming more full, more engorged with blood as the manipulations of my hand and mouth treat your body to this erotic awakening.My fingers come out. Within minutes, maybe sooner, a phone would ring, or somebody would need to see the busy Senator, or something. Maybe even someone would belatedly react to the Liberator's obscenely noisy report and investigate. And they'd find the Senator and his aide, and it wouldn't take brain surgery for them to make the connection to the unexpected constituent who'd come a-calling and gone away so cheerfully.Move it! my mind kept telling me. Still, I didn't want to give the impression of a criminal running. Her hubby was with her that time. They were using the computer right next to where I was using one. She came and looked at me and I looked at her to. He hubby was busy doing some work. I looked at her back again and there she saw me too and smiled at me so did I too.Well they used the net for 20 mins but in these 20 mins we looked at each other for 10 times or more. We had an connection there. They left. In the evening she came back to the café with her hubby. We started our glares again..