efore we met, we had agreed that it would just be a meeting. We would not have sex. We would not even have oral sex.
They hadn’t done anything like this in years, so we would meet at a bar, get to know each other and then play after they discussed it.
But the moment I sat down, between them, in the dark bar, we would test the plan.
They are both successful and dressed it. Him in a suit, nicer than mine, her in dark red suit with a skirt. Both in their 40’s and both fit, fitness being part of their F/m kink. I sat between them and within minutes had my hand on her bare knee.
As we chatted, about their life style and experiences and some of mine, my hand slid lower and lower. He said nothing, but he could see how she slouched, hear how her breath quickened, as I found the lace of her panties, already damp.
We chatted in the dark booth, in the fancy restaurant as the waiter brought her and I drinks. He said little and tried not to stare as she began to rub my cock through my pants.