Fun lunch with friends

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It was about 7 or 8 months after my original naughty lunch with my friends that lead to me meeting Frank. In the ensuing months we had ‘met’ with him a few times over long languid lunches. ‘Met’ means that we had exchanged Hi’s and ’Byes as we passed at lunch at the restaurant.

I used the place as a meeting location for entertaining clients, so had frequently encountered Frank whilst unaccompanied by my husband. Whenever I did he would tease me a little with his favourite saying “hey, If you have it Alex, flaunt it”, which always gave me a tingle in my pussy thinking back to the fun afternoon when I first met him.

Today was a Friday and I had lunch with a couple of contractors that I used for exhibitions and shows. We had to meet early, as people wanted to get away for the weekend, so by 2:00 we were done and dusted and I was thinking of heading home or meeting my husband somewhere for a couple of early sundowners.

Just then, in walked Frank and his business buddy, and his eyes lit up to see me there, obviously wrapping up my meeting. They took their usual table as I said my bye’s and then I thought ‘what the hell, I’ll have one more drink and see what happens’.

I was certainly dressed a lot more formally that our last fun encounter, wearing a favourite blue suit that clung and stretched in all the right places. It was also quite shear in the dress although with a full length over jacket I could comfortably wear it in the work environment. On this day I was wearing lacy top hold-ups and a bra, but no panties. Perfect officewear as far as my husband is concerned!!!

Frank was in a great mood and invited me over to join him and his buddy, so feeling very naughty I strolled over to join them for just a little while. One of the things that struck me about him was how large his hands were and how thick his fingers were. My imagination was already in overdrive thinking how those fingers might feel deep in my pussy. I excused myself and went to the lady’s room while Frank ordered my drink. Whilst there I decided that the work week was over, and it was time to take off my bra. The feeling of the soft stretchy dress material on my bare breasts added another layer to my overall horny state. My nipples are erect and VERY pronounced at anytime, but now they were painfully aroused.

Rejoining the table I removed my jacket before sitting between the two guys. It was obvious to a blind man that I wasn’t wearing a bra, but of course they had no idea that I had just removed it in the lady’s room, just for them. Crossing and re-crossing my legs as we chatted soon had my clingy dress riding a long way up my thighs, and both the guys were stealing glances at my lacy stocking tops.

What surprised me next was that it was Frank’s buddy who was the first to make a tactile move, suddenly reaching over and caressing my calf and running his hand up over my knee to explore my stocking top. Strange as it may seem I trusted these guys not do anything over the top. After all, this was also their favourite local haunt, and they were also probably married. So I thought go with flow girl, and right now I was beginning to flow!!

I was surprised at Frank’s reticence given the show I had given him previously, but he seemed very relaxed as his friend and I teased. His friend’s hand had now reached the soft bare skin above my stockings and next stop was home base. As his buddy caressed me, so I had rested my left hand on Frank’s lap and was discretely tweaking his cock with my finger nails.

I decided at this point to take control of the situation and told them that I needed to go to the lady’s room again. As Frank stood to let me out I brushed the back of my hand against his cock and kept walking.

The rest rooms were both down a long passage to the rear of the restaurant, the lady’s way passed the men’s room. As I freshened up my pussy I wondered whether Frank had taken the bait and would be waiting in the passage way. I wasn’t sure where this was going, but it felt like fun!

As I stepped out of the ladies he was standing in the entry lobby at the end of the passage! I thought, at first, that he might be about to leave, and was slightly disappointed. As I walked up to him though, he smiled and just asked right out “so, are you wearing my favourite panties today?”

I told him to find out if he wanted, and sure enough he slid his right hand under my dress and fondled my bare pussy. His smile was full of satisfaction and anticipation.
He took my hand and said, ‘Come choose some wine with me’

The restaurant was well known for the wine cellar that Gary, the owner, had built up over the years, and he was quite happy sell to his regulars for consumption at home. Frank told me he had a dinner party at home that night and had promised his wife that he would get some top rate reds. Gary trusted him to choose his own and not raid any of the almost 3,000 bottles down there.

The cellar was obviously deliciously cool, and had subdued lighting to assist in the longevity of the wine. Some of the bottles retailed at well over $1000, so they merited the environment. The middle of the cellar was dominated by a huge grand old table, with benches down each side that could seat 10 to 12 people. You could actually book the area for wine sampling and as a private meeting place. Frank and I were more interested in the privacy and we had some sampling of our own to do!

First of all we did chose three very fine bottles of wine, although moving through the racks together gave him plenty of opportunity to explore my body. As I decided on the third bottle Frank was behind me caressing my ass and kissing the back of my neck. That particular treatment drives me crazy. My nipples were already erect from the coolness of the cellar, but now they were threatening to break through my dress. Frank’s left hand had found the hem of my dress and he pushed it all the way up to my waist, then started to caress my pussy. I leaned back against him and enjoyed the feeling of his large hand on my bare skin. When he reached my nipples I was in danger of dropping the expensive bottle of wine. Thankfully he was holding two bottles in his right hand, and was probably thinking the same thing.

He lead the way to the old table having put our purchases safely to one side. With my butt forced against the end of the table, Frank continued to kiss and nibble at my neck, while lifting my dress all the way up my body, until my breasts were also exposed to him. He suddenly dropped to his knees and waited there staring adoringly at my shaven pussy. He mumbled that he never thought this moment would come, and then gently started to nibble and suck at my labia. When I’m as horny as I was right then, I love to come very quickly from oral stimulation, and then fuck really hard immediately I orgasm.

I grabbed Frank’s smooth head and pushed my pussy hard against his mouth. Luckily he was on my wave length, and started to suck and lick at my swollen clit. It was only two minutes or so before my orgasm thundered though me, as I leaned back against to table and spread my thighs wide for my lover.

I was still on wobbly legs as Frank guided me to the bench, and sat down. He had managed to extract his cock whilst eating me, and must have been masturbating as I came, because he was already leaking and his great purple knob glistened with juice.
‘Straddle me’ he instructed, and I needed no second invitation. With him seated on the bench and leaning back against the table his cock was standing perfectly for me to impale myself on. With his big hands around my waist to steady me I lowered myself onto him. His wasn’t the longest cock I’ve had, but it was deliciously thick, and the sculptured knob was wonderful. It was so easy to slide right the way down his shaft as we were both streaming love juice. When I reached ‘bottom’ I sat down hard and ground my mound against him. Every centimetre of him was buried in me and felt wonderful. If Gary,the owner, came to check on us now he would have to just stand and watch, because there was no way either of us was about to stop.

My dress was still up over my breasts and was not particularly comfortable or sexy there. So I quickly whipped it over my head, and finally sat there naked apart from my lacy top stockings and business pumps. Frank took this as an invitation to feed on my breasts, sucking my nipples, biting me lightly and then trying to get my whole breast in his mouth. God, I was ready for blast off and was riding him with long strokes so that I could enjoy his thickness and the pleasure of his knob popping out on some of the upstrokes. I reached behind me to see how tight his sac was and as I gently squeezed him he groaned in pleasure. He was right there, and so was I. I braced myself on his shoulders and rode him down the finishing straight. As I started to cum, and my pussy contracted around him I pushed down as far as I could, and then he was with me, grunting and jerking as I milked him. God, what a sensation to feel his cum spurting right into the back of pussy.

As we recovered I realized that my lover had stifled his cries by filling his mouth with my left breast, on which he was still sucking. As he released me it was pretty obvious that I wouldn’t be able to hide those bites from my husband. As I climbed off him his cock left me with a lovely slurpy pop sound. I quickly bent to him, and suck the last of his cum, and my own juice from his cock. He smelled and tasted wonderful.

When we returned to the restaurant his buddy was smiling from ear to ear. I’m sure he could smell the sex on both of us, but just to make sure he slid his hand straight up my dress and felt my swollen very wet pussy. By now Franks cum had slithered onto my thighs, and his buddy soaked his fingers before wiping his hand on my stockings…..below the dress line. Now I really looked like a total slut.

We left shortly afterwards, and my sweet lover walked me to my little Honda coupe.
I sat in and got the AC going, whilst Frank enjoyed the view of my well fucked, cum filled pussy, that was all his own work. He leaned into my car and kissed me gently on the lips, as his middle finger tenderly touched my labia. I could smell my own juice all over his face. He handed me one of the terrific bottles of red that he had just paid a lot of money for, telling me to think of him when I drank it. I smiled and told I certainly would, but in return he must send me the dry cleaning bill for his pants. We both laughed when he looked down and saw that my love juice was dried on his pants in a pretty good representation of my pussy lips.

A month or so, later as my husband and I enjoyed lunch at the restaurant, a round of drinks was delivered to our table with the dry cleaning bill under my glass. I still have it in my collection of memorabilia.


As I left for home my dress was way up over my bare pussy, and I was in the mood to leave it there for the drive home. I figured some horny builder type guys would enjoy the view from their truck as we crawled along in Friday highway traffic, which was exactly what happened.