Meet you at the Pub

I left another message on Paul's Mobile stating that Henry and I will meet you at our neighbourhood pub about 6pm.

Everyone had already left the office, leaving me and Henry to lock up the premises. Flagged down a cab, letting me enter the car first and as often occurred the back of my skirt rode up almost to my bum. Henry climbed in after, shut the door, and we both settled back instructing the driver to take us to the Heferdshare pub.

I rested my head on Henry's shoulder when his hand lowered over my tits. I opened several buttons letting his hand slide into the cleavage and then caressingly over the silky skin. He tweaked my erected nipples as we kissed and lifting one of the boobs out of my blouse.

Henry is a sexually emotional lover. I reached under my skirt and slipped off my string bikini that barely covered my hot cunt. His hand shifted from my swollen tit to my wet pussy and inserted his fingers. The cab had stopped at a red light when we heard a whisle come from either a pedestrian or vehicle passenger. Being seen was orgasmic. I squirted on his fingers brought them to my lips and licked my squirt juices from his fingers dry.

I knew we had several more minutes before arriving at the pub, so adjusted our wear. I stuck the string bikini in my purse and kissed Henry again.

Paul hadn't shown up yet. We sat at the bar and introduced Henry to Carlos the barkeep whom we had known for nearly ten years. Carlos asked if I was OK since I did have a reddish look. "Everything is OK darling".