I am not sure how or why it happened maybe because of a family tragedy, made me stop and realize life was way to short at times that you had to do things you wanted to as long as it didn’t hurt yourself or others. Or maybe it was my version of a midlife crisis. What ever it was I told my husband that I wanted to go for lunch with this older man that I had been chatting to on line. Matt and I had been chatting back and forth via emails and then MSN for a few weeks and seemed to hit it off. He knew of course I was married; I always let people know that right away. I try to be as truthful as I can and since I never plan on meeting these guys there is no harm in chatting. My dear hubby knows I chat with the guys and is OK with it because up until now they have either been to far away to meet or I was never interested in meeting. So I think he was a little shocked, but once I explained my thoughts he seemed OK with it.
Matt and I were doing lunch on a weekday, I had agreed because it was during the week and if things got to exciting or boring I always had the out that I needed to get back to the office. Plus if for some reason I didn’t return to work I would be missed just in case he was a wolf in sheep’s clothing and was actually an axe murderer or something. The day started with me dressing with a little more care that morning; after all I was meeting someone new. Part way through the morning I was surprised by a delivery of flowers at my office, with a card that simply stated “Looking forward to later”. The girls went nuts trying to guess who it was from; of course the more they guessed and were wrong the more I blushed. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, and I couldn’t believe I got flowers from someone who wasn’t my husband. It caused an exciting stir usually reserved for my husband. Could I really be getting hot for a man I hadn’t even seen yet? The morning was either dragging or going by to fast depending how my nerves were doing, to fast because I couldn’t believe I was actually doing this, and to slow because I wanted to meet Matt face to face. At the appointed time he showed up at the office and called from the front to let me know he had arrived. I grabbed my coat and purse, heading out to the main door curse the walk wasn’t long enough I basically left my office and just a few feet away I could see him standing there with his back to me. I had no time to take a few good deep breaths, my heart was pounding I was sure it was going to leap right out of my chest. I took a deep breath and pulled open the door and Matt turned around, he had always joked that, based on my picture, if he ever came across me on the street he would give himself whiplash. I would always laugh it off but I honestly think he did almost give himself whiplash as he turned around. I smiled; he made a motion with his hand that he wanted me to turn around. I felt like a kid getting inspected before going out somewhere special, I do it to my kids all the time. I turned around to let him take a look. When I was done he stepped towards me and handed me 2 roses, leaned in to kiss me on the cheek and when he did he whispered “I like very much, no disappointment here.” I blushed slightly. He held open the front door for me and then opened the car door of his convertible sports car. I have to admit it was a hot little car and the owner wasn’t too bad either. He had sent me a picture of a girl in a convertible that was naked and had said he hoped it would be me one day. I wasn’t ready to be that daring at this time but I had worn a lace corset style bra underneath my “office” shirt and before I left the office I had undid the shirt just before doing up my jacket. As I sat in the car I pulled my skirt up very high almost indecently so, and after doing up my seat belt I undid my jacket so he could get a good look at my breasts that were spilling over the top of my outfit. There wasn’t much left of me covered but enough still for the imagination. I was set up like this by the time he walked around the car and climbed in. There was that whiplash thing again, he looked at me and then had to take a second look. He smiled, put his seat belt on, adjusting himself a bit, and put the car in gear. He said, “You sure you want to go for lunch? I would be more than willing to spring for a hotel room so we both can get more comfortable.” His smile went right up to his blue eyes. I blushed again and smiled, “No, I think considering we are just meeting, lunch will be just fine for today.” I said. “But thanks for the offer.” I can tell he is a little uncomfortable because he was starting to form a fair size bulge in his pants. I blushed as he caught me looking. “Do you see what you have done to me?” he said. (Blush) “It was your idea to meet and go for lunch, we could have stayed as online friends longer and then you wouldn’t have been affected this way.” I said. He replied, “I had to meet you. I was having this reaction even without meeting you. At least now I can see you, not just thinking about it, plus you make for some good eye candy I must say sitting there. Good enough to eat.” Again that smile that went right to his blue eyes this time I was getting little twitches in my pussy. Just the thought of him eating my pussy was getting me warm and wet. He was my first older man since I was a teen. When I was dating in my twenties and thirties the guys were usually the same age or younger, even my husband is a few years younger than me. When we arrived at the restaurant I reached to do up my shirt, at least a little and Matt reached out and said, “Please don’t, I like the view and if you get nervous just look into my eyes or take my hand, it will be just like it is the two of us and no one else. You dressed that way for me, I enjoy the view and plus everyone else can be jealous and I will be one proud man. Also when you sit down, pull your skirt up like you have it for me.” I blushed and in a quiet voice said, “I don’t know if I can do that. That is not something I would normally do. OK, maybe in a movie theatre were it is dark but never out in the open. What if someone sees? What will they think?” “My darling, the only one you should worry about is me. What I will think? No one else matters. You aren’t being indecent or anything like that. You are just being a flirt and turning me on. If others get turned on by it so be it. But the show is supposed to be for me and I will be enjoying it. That is all that matters, isn’t it?” Matt asked. “ I will try but I am really nervous it is a lot to take in all a once. Our meetings, me being a flirt like I was in the car and now you want it to continue in public? This is so not like me.” I whispered. Matt continued “but isn’t this what you wanted to test out exhibitionism, and I said I would help out. Don’t get me wrong if you are really uncomfortable the final choice is yours.” “After all I want you sitting in my convertible this summer totally naked just like that picture I sent you.” I nodded as he helped me out of the car. We went into the restaurant and were seated. I did pull up my skirt a bit but no where close to where is was in the car. Matt looked and then cocked an eye brow questioningly. “Just give me a little bit to get used to this” I asked The waitress came around and I order some liquid courage . I don’t usually drink and especially not when it is only lunch and I still have to get back to work. But if he wanted my skirt at the top of my thighs by the end of lunch I thought, I was going to need at least one. When the waitress came around with the drinks we put our food order in, then I got up to go to the washroom and Matt reached out and touched my arm pulling gently so I would lean over. He whispered in my ear “Darling when you come back please don’t have your panties on, just your skirt and nothing on underneath.” He kissed my cheek then gently swatted my bottom as I passed. When I went into the washroom I noticed I had already started to form a little wet spot on my panties from my excitement. I removed my panties as I sat down then before I did anything I whipped all my juice off with them. And I knew exactly what I was going to do. I finished up in the bathroom but instead of tucking my panties away, I rolled them tight up in my hand and walked back to the table. Once there I took Matt’s hand and placed mine over it and dropped my panties in his hand as I kissed him on the cheek. He smiled and whispered under his breath “cheeky”, while smiling as he watched me hike my skirt up a little more than last time as I sat down. He brought his hand to his face and smelt the scent of my panties. He smiled again and tucked them in has pocket. This made me very hot. Lunch came, and I had a few more sips of my drink. I was starting to relax, as we talked and I became more comfortable with him. I stretch out my one foot and ran it up his leg to his knee. His eyes smiled back at me from across the table because of my brash little move I made. He moved his chair in and was now close enough that I could almost reach his crotch with my foot. I slipped my shoe off and ran my bare foot up his leg and then adjusted my chair just enough that my foot is resting in his crotch. He reaches down and grabbed my foot and held it on his growing cock. He obviously had gone down a bit once we had come in, but was getting hard all over again. When I had shifted my skirt and had moved up, I was too interested in his reaction to my foot to realize I was now almost flashing people. My skirt was about as high up my thighs as it was going to go. Matt didn’t say a thing just continued eating and rubbing my foot under the table. As we ate I didn’t notice that we were getting a lot of attention. Matt had been right. When I looked at him is seemed like it was just the two of us. I left my foot there but I would wiggle my foot or my toes trying to keep him hard, trying to get him to come or at least be really excited before we left. When I ate my bread I would pull it apart and eat each piece very suggestively, sticking my tongue out and putting the bread on it then rolling my tongue back in like I would be licking something. As I did this I would move me foot or toes on his cock. So he had a visual and physical sensation. When we were talking I would run my finger around the rim of my glass “absent mindedly” like I would run it on the tip of his cock. Occasionally I would put something in my mouth and then suck my fingers clean. When ordering dessert I asked if we could share and made sure it had whipping cream. When it came out I scooped some up, very slowly and seductively I placed it in my mouth and gently rubbed his cock with my foot. All of a sudden he grabbed my foot and ground his cock into the soul of my foot. I could feel him swell and I smiled, as I felt a spot under my foot get damp and warm. He had pushed me to the edge of my comfort zone, which was what the whole lunch thing was supposed to be about. Now he was either going to have to walk out head held high with a wet spot on his trousers or keep me in front of him until we were outside. I sure hoped he did the first. He leaned over, grinning and whispered, “I thought you were new at this.” I replied with a flirtatious smile that reached my eyes, “the exhibitionism I am new at, teasing and flirting I am a good at.” “You know you are amazingly hot. I didn’t think you were going to be able to sit there that calmly all the way through lunch.” Matt almost moaned. I was confused and the look on my face reflected that as I said, “What do you mean?” Matt smiled, took my hands, and said with a chuckle, “what ever you do don’t react just hold my hands and look at were your skirt is.” I looked down and instantly tried to move my hands away but he tightened in his grip. “Don’t, you are so hot. The guys around us have been eying you all through lunch. Please don’t rearrange anything. You have everyone’s attention but most of all you have my attention and I don’t think I have been this turned on in a long time.” I was so turned on I stopped pulling my hands away and just tried to relaxed. Matt felt me relax and released his hold on my hands. He still held one hand but it wasn’t tight and was none restricting. When the bill came he paid it, and stood up. He held out his hand to help me up and helped me into my jacket. Then motioned me to go a head of him, as I passed he gave my bum a good tap, then stepped up put his arm around me with his hand resting on my bottom. He was going to walk out with everyone able to see what I did to him, this made me very hot and with all the flirting we had done, I almost came right there. When we got out of the building, I stepped in front of him and pressed my body against his and kissed his lips full on, no tongue just a full passionate kiss. We got out to the car and he helped me in, I sat the same way as I did on the way there except maybe the skirt was as high as it could get. Once we were on the road I reached down and dipped my fingers into my pussy and then put them in front of Matt and asked him if he wanted to taste what had made my panties smell so good. He grabbed my hand and put my fingers in his mouth. I never thought I could feel so alive just basically having lunch. Matt drove back to the office and before he got out, to help me out I leaned over and gave him another kiss. As he walked around the car I buttoned up my shirt and adjusted myself back to the “office” and I went back to work. My first experience with exhibitionism, without a dare, I thought was a success.
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