"You look amazing, better than any profile picture," He said with sexy grin on his light bronze face. He looked a little like his younger brother in his eyes and his voice reminded me so much of him. "You look great too," I said with nervousness. I shifted in my chair as he pushed it in, trying to control my thighs from moving side by side, while I fell in love with his physique.
He was the tall, light skinned, and handsome type. He had a football player's body with bedroom chocolate eyes. I would masturbate to his facebook pictures when I was alone and desperately lonely. I even saved them on my phone for instant access for wetness. "How was the train ride," he said while looking at my breasts which were sitting at attention, even though I wasn't showing any cleavage. "It was lovely, thank you so much for asking," I said kindly. We ate tacos and salsa. We talked about our jobs and even Obamacare. As we were finishing, he asked "So Miss will I get to see what you're hiding?" I responded with a face of confusion. "Hiding what honey?" It was first time I didn't call him by his name. "Underneath you're dress?" He said without stuttering. Panicked and afraid I shook my head thinking "what would his wife think." He then moved his chair next to mine and whispered "let me help you." His hands went straight up my purple dress and he caress my black thong with two fingers.
"Mmmmmmmm now I see what I was waiting for," he said with a grin. My eyes were half close but I could see him looking under the table at my pussy. He licked his lips. " Its almost time for me to go, I can't miss my train," I said breathing heavily. I pushed his hands away from me and smiled while grabbing my purse and coat hastily towards the door. I was surprised when both his hands wrapped around my waist, as he pushed me into the corner near the exit. No one was watching us since it was a slow afternoon, but I always liked people watching me. His tongue plowed into my mouth as he grabbed my ass and thighs. I fell into his arms and started tracing my tongue on his lips. My hands rested on his arms and I felt his heartbeat on my chest. It was pounding up against me and made me wonder, if it would be the same rhythm as he pounded my pussy. I soon regain my strength and push him away. I ran for the door and immediately flew in cab on side of the restaurant. "Train Station please," I said out of breathe. I looked out the back window and all I could see was the grin from a lavender shirt man, staring with eyes of lust and vengeance.
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