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It all started one Tuesday when my wife, The Virgin and I were in a downtown department store meeting for a late tiffin. My post was nearby and she wanted to shop a bit afterward. The cafeteria was on the top 6th trading floor behind the furniture department. A pleasant time and a good dejeuner.

Until I noticed Mary was kind of distracted.



She seemed to be watching someone at another table behind me. When I finally stole a look, I saw that it was an elderly man and paid minuscule attention, thought she could n't be flirting with him. But I noticed The Virgin arching sometimes and she seemed to be displaying her tumid bosom for the old guy. Her blue-blooded perspirer accenting them beautifully. I wasn't sure if I was right or not. But I know it excited me somehow. A short pang of lustfulness flashed through me and I had a bit of a phallic stir.

So I left for the washroom but then peeked back across the room before I went in. Yes, Blessed Virgin was now arching provocatively for the honest-to-god man. While he licked his lips.

She then seemed to slant herself on the chairperson and spread her legs a slight. I watched and realized that only he could see up her skirt. He pretended to fell a spoon and had a dependable facial expression. I was further excited by this sneaky action. I returned to the mesa, not knowing what to do about it if anything. Madonna then went to the washroom herself. She gave the old guy a subtle grinning as she passed him.

When she returned I could see she was flushed and wasn't sure why, we resumed small-scale talk but she was still a bit perturb, maybe preoccupied. Until she positioned herself on her electric chair again and opened her peg at an slant that would tolerate only that old guy to see up her skirt. I dropped my own napkin and quickly ducked beneath the table to retrieve it, Blessed Virgin quickly closed her ramification to my perspective, but not quick enough, I glimpsed a bit of her little hairy pussy down there and now knew why she was flushed ! She had removed her step-in in the washroom ! She kept her sweet twat trimmed a little with a nice cop of haircloth remaining which allowed a view of the darker pussy. Very sexy to me.

I started to rear right away and tried to obscure it. With no nervus facialis reflection. She slid toward the end of her chairperson and I KNEW she was exhibiting herself for the old man, and judgment by her slant, he could see everything up her chick without even moving. Damn, now I had to hide my hard-on. No one in the restaurant could see either.

This was way too exciting and turning me on like crazy, even if it was my wife showing her lovely enticing little pussy to the old guy ! And I know when she got excited from sexual activity that she became really moist and slippery down there. I wondered if he could actually see her lovely slit in the shadow. I wanted to call for her somewhere and hump her but that would give revealed my cognition of what she was doing. This was a new facet of my wife's amorousness I had never contemplated before, but wow, did I like it !

I went back into the washroom, pretending to cough wildly. I knew she would see me go this time so I went in but came right out and stood in the hallway, peeking around at my wife and the cafeteria which was now nearly empty, made like I was looking at my notebook.

She now was opening her leg more and arching to show off her tits to the old guy, who was just staring, almost with his tongue hanging out. He was getting some eye candy he hadn't imagined could be so stimulate. I wondered if he had an erection like me !

She moved a hand down under the board and touched herself. I glanced around to see if anyone else could see, but the board was against a wall and no one else could ! But I knew what she was doing and could now see her hand moving on her kitty-cat. She glanced around sometimes but no one else was interest in the cover girl sexual scenery taking shoes, even though she had tugged her skirt high and her flannel leg shone for any observing eye.

The old man was transfixed and she now even had a finger at her clit, very discreetly touching it. Moving her manus slightly to rub. We were both lustily watching her masturbate ! In that minute of tally sensualism, I was form of wanting Sir Thomas More hombre to see this marvelous scene.

I wondered what to do but had to go back to work. As I appeared walking toward her she closed her stage and stopped, flashing a smile at the old man. Then she looked directly at a wall clock and at her watch. I had no estimate why but she seemed to be adjusting the time. It was close to 2 pm and the finally diners were sparse.

We finished our tiffin and wandered off to the lift to entrust. I did notice the honest-to-god guy passing us and entering a wide-eyed stairwell leading down. It was poorly lit and seemed like no one used it anymore.

So it was a thrill for me to even touch in this short sexual episode even if from a distant perspective. It had set my lust going barbarian and when I got back to work I whacked off in the men 's room ! While Blessed Virgin went on habitation.



matter returned to normal until the following hebdomad when The Virgin suggested meeting me again for tiffin. Then the realization struck me about her paying so much attention to the paries clock ; she was establishing the time for a succeeding reference ! Very cunning. And sneaky !

Was she signaling to the old guy that this was the time she would be there again ? My belly fluttered with the thinking, that if I was correct, she might like him watching her again ? I waited in anticipation until Tuesday and wondered what I would do if he was there again ? I loved the way she exposed herself to the old guy so sneakily and thought even if he loved watching her, he was basically harmless. Only enjoying the frisson of a younger woman showing herself off and maybe getting off while he watched.

I thought about it all morning until lunch meter. Not certainly what I should do until I was on my way in the elevator to meet Mary. It was then I realized how sexy the vista had been and how I came off in second back at my situation. I had been filled with lust and loved it. I would make my decision on the prod of the import in the cafeteria and what I saw then. But yes, I was hoping for a continuation of that fit.

I could peer into the cafeteria from out in the furniture department and Mary was already there, sitting at the same mesa. She had suggested a former time for lunch and again, the bunch had mostly left and there were only a few loiterer left. But one of them was the same old guy from last hebdomad. Sitting exactly at the same table.

As I went in I noticed that Mary was this clip wearing a short skirt and blouse instead of the gloomy perspirer. And the top two release were loosen ! Was I imagining all this ? No, she looked sexy as hell with the enticing swell of her tremendous boob showing in the loose top. I went to her and explained that I could n't stay for dejeuner because I had to play a workfellow back at the office. At the same sentence my heart leaped because I thought I saw that under the blouse The Virgin had no bra on at all ! It was not obvious right away because she wore an unfold cardigan over the blouse.

Mary seemed let down but said she 'd delay and accept her lunch anyway. I gave her a kiss on the nerve and said it was too bad. Even as I said it I could feel my pecker swelling. I left the cafeteria and turned toward the lift but then circled way around the furniture section to a detail where I could see into the cafe. Standing behind some mellow cabinets. Again to look ingenuous, I fingered through my notebook as if I was checking my date and pretended to be talking on my electric cell.

Now I could see whatever activity Mary would get up to. My philia was in my throat because of what I anticipated and because I was being so sneaky too. Blessed Virgin had always been excited over populace actions and we had done sex in common, in the car, even on park Bench at dusk. Even in dance night club we had touched each other in the darkness, and she was always very turned on by it. But exposing herself in daytime in a world cafeteria was something new. And to a dispatch stranger !

I watched her from afar, and could not see the old guy's response, but again noticed that a third release was lax on her blouse now, revealing the white beau of her full-of-the-moon breasts. And even from a distance away, her wench was up high enough to testify, even from this distance, the black look of her pussy under it.

A salesman came near so I took a mild chair and ignored him.

The show of my wife continued and she finally finished her salad. Again when she thought no one could see, her hand dropped into the scissure of her stage and she seemed to gaze directly at the old man while her bridge player moved stealthily. I guessed him to be in his LXX and still thought of him as harmless, and I am indisputable Mary did too. But she was enjoying her exhibition.

I wanted to head for the men 's elbow room and whack off but could n't leave my advantage point. I was transfixed by the orphic display my endearing wife was up to. Finally it looked like Mary was just sitting and waiting. The man got up and slowly walked out of the cafeteria. Mary stood and I ducked behind the locker again. Wondering what would happened. It didn't appear that they ever spoke.

The old guy went to the entrance to the wide stairwell beside the elevator, and went in only when Mary appeared. She watched him go to the stairs and slowly followed, glancing once around and seeing no one else, she disappeared from my view into the murky stairwell. Now I had a decision to nominate and my intellect was a stir of thoughts. I could not let her catch me here again but was set with the excuse that my client had cancelled. But if I was caught in that stairwell ? I walked to the stairwell entrance and cautiously looked in. The stairs angled downward between storey with a small landing place at each half level. I crept to the railing and peeked cautiously downward.

As the stairwell descended it was even darker. Still I ould see nil. I crept down one level until I heard a scraping. Once again peeked through the railing and there, another story below, was Virgin Mary, just standing by the rails looking downward.

My pump was pounding because of these lusty furtive natural action. Mary was just leaning on the handrail staring below. She glanced back and I quickly ducked out of vista. Was confused until I saw a script appear on the like railing.

Mary seemed to be smiling. And just stood still as the hired hand went to her breast and rubbed it, slipped into the clear blouse and fondled her bare skin. Gawd, I was beside myself with excitement now. The old man was fondling my wife ! But sheez it was so energise ! The step were old marble and recall with step floors below. I was now afraid my pounding pith would reverberate loudly and betray me. But my lust was so strong and I just helplessly watched. Even afraid to meet my cock for fear it would explode inside my trouser !

The old guy was two stone's throw lower than Mary and now I could see him a bit more as he seemed to fondle her softly. The Virgin just standing there to allow it. Then he moved closer, knelt on the stair and pulled her chick higher until he pressed his oral cavity against her soft kitty-cat. This was almost too practically upheaval for me as Madonna just clung to the railing and actually helped him by holding up her chick and opening her ramification for him. Her tummy and stage looked so Caucasian and alluring. From my view I could see his mouth working her slit, and her heart closed with pleasure.

I had to line up my own emplacement to stop my impulse from flinging me off the landing. Blessed Virgin raised one leg and the old man just clutched her nates and pulled her pussy tight to his mouth.

I stood there watching my own wife enjoy a over stranger licking her pussycat in a public office !

She started to move her hips as he sucked on her clit and I knew she would break loose in moments. She sagged against the railing and stroked his pilus until she started fucking his boldness in strong bm, then she was cumming. Clutching his head in jerk motions and whimpering with pleasance. She held his head tightly as she came again with her center closed. She tucked her top dog into her arm but was not able to stamp down her cry out.

The old guy kept his mouthpiece pressed on her, sucking her clit until she started again with jerky twist and thrusts with her pelvic girdle. Then she held his head in both handwriting and just fucked his mouth in a hysteria until she came again in a forte suspiration and almost fell down from weak stifle. I nearly came in my pants !

Finally he pulled back. Whispered Thank you while Blessed Virgin let her skirt twilight back. Breathing heavily leaning on the rail. Her expression flushed. Nothing else had been said at all. I could hear his footstep clattering downward as he hurried away. Mary stood still a moment and I was worried she would come back upward but she slowly went down one More point and exited onto the quartern floor.

I had witnessed an incredible outcome of lust. My wife letting a alien lick her pussy ! naught had been said between them. How did he recognize she would live with his overture ? She just stood there and allowed it. I could distinguish when she had several coming. And came so hard that he must have been pleased with making her feel like that. She must have been over excited from the concupiscent touching of herself in front of him in the cafeteria. I saw him licking his lips survive week. Was that telling her what he wanted to do ? Did he ask ? Would he require to hump her too ? Could he ? And would she just submissively let him do it ? They seemed to have some sort of mystic lust between them and I thought it could not have happened with a untested man.

I wondered what other adventures she might have gotten into that I did n't get it on about ? Had there been other time ? What more would she get into ? Wow. Now my mind was inundated with lusty theme about what The Virgin would do. Was it going to take place again next workweek ? Or sooner ? And where ? Back here or early places. With other men ?

My heart was still going a nautical mile a minute as I entered the men 's way of the department storage, taking a stall and coming off in a matter of throw. Even after I left the computer storage and got back to my billet my shaft was hard all over again. I would get no more oeuvre done today. But it didn't matter, I had high hopes for more than effect in my future.

So much to think about and search forward to.

Maxam