The restaurant is busy as I watch you return to your seat with a mischievous look in your eyes. As you pass behind me you slip something into my jacket pocket. I reach inside, as you sit calmly, grinning and feel the damp folds of your scrunched up panties. You are waiting for my reaction, your stocking clad legs parted, dress hitched up, willing me to look. Reaching down to retrieve my napkin Your legs are spread wide ma...

You know I'm watching you in the rear view mirror Skirt hitched up above stocking tops Eyes averted Hand sliding between your parted thighs Thong pulled aside Fingertips exploring your smooth wet folds Biting your bright lips Wanting me to watch you Your fingers moving to your mouth, licking them provocatively as you taste yourself Unbuttoning your blouse Hand slipping inside Pinching your hardening nipples through your p...

I text you at work. I can't wait until next time to see you. After some persuading, you agree to meet me at lunchtime in the town centre multistorey carpark. Not the most exciting of places, but little else fits the bill for a quick, discrete lunch time meet. Somewhere no one could see us. You come as instructed up the stairwell to the top floor, stopping and listening in the stairwell, removing your knickers on the way a...