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It had been a long day. I travel for work, covering 4 states. And I saw 3 and ½ of them this morning. Time for dinner. Actually well past time for dinner. It was nearly 7:30. I pull off of the interstate and into a fast food restaurant. Not the best choice, but the quickest. I order my food to go from a more than modestly endowed young lady with the name tag of Kimmie on her work smock. Kimmie hands me my bag of chow and I start out. Having been in the car off and on for 6 hours, decided to go ahead and sit and eat. Not a bad choice, looking back at it.
I chose a random table at the near the back of the restaurant. One of my pastimes is people watching and this gave me the best view. Once I sat down and unwrapped my dinner, I started to do just that, people watch. Retired couple sharing a couple of value meals, Second shift workers on a break getting a quick bite, three businessmen going over a report while they had coffee, and her. Directly across from me a few tables over. Wearing a red silk top, not slinky, but the type worn by women of power in upscale offices, black knee length skirt, black hose and heals; she sat there reading a book, every once in a while poking at a salad. ?Very nice? I thought to myself. She was not drop dead gorgeous like the women you read about in Penthouse Forum, but classically beautiful. Dark, straight, raven like hair, shoulder length. A figure that, from what I could tell while she was sitting, would turn the heads of her coworkers as she walked down the hall. Because of the billowiness of her blouse, I couldn?t judge the size or shape of her breasts, but hey? it was merely some eye candy while I ate. No harm- no foul on that one.
I?d take a bite, nonchalantly look around, then over at her. Each time I would pick up a little more about her. Smoldering brown eyes, so much so that they looked almost black Lovely shaped hands with a French manicure. Not much jewelry, just a simple gold bracelet on her right wrist and a wedding band on her left hand.. A small locket on a chain that she absently played with while she read. Her face was that of a woman that had experienced life to the fullest. Silky olive complexion showed she cared about her looks, and how people looked at her, but the slightest hints of laugh lines and crows feet showed that she was probably in her mid to late 40?s, ten years my senior. Again? no harm- no foul. I have always had a thing for attractive older women, and she fit the bill perfectly.
I looked back down at my food, took a few bites and started my scan around the room again. This time when I got back to her, I noticed her left hand was toying with the top button on her blouse. Then she gently rubbed her finger tip back and forth on the bare skin, just above the button. She looked up and caught my eye. Busted!! I quickly looked down at my food, took another bite and tried not to look back up for a bit. Nothing creepier than a stranger ogling you while you try to read, I figure.
I tried to keep from looking back at her. I gazed over at the couple now finishing their value meals, the workers, who were oblivious to the beauty right behind them, and who were making not so subtle comments about the large breasted Kimmie working behind the counter, and to the three businessmen wrapping up their impromptu meeting. I couldn?t help myself; I stole a quick glance at her. Still reading her book, the top button was now unbuttoned and the small area of skin that once showed had given way to a wonderful view of cleavage. But just a hint. Enough to show that her breast were not dainty A cups, that?s for sure. And she looked up again?. Busted !! Again!! But then she smiled at me.
Ok? now I get it. She knew all along I was watching her. So much for my incognito attempts to look at eye candy during dinner. I figured I?d keep watching and see where this will lead to.
I smile back and take a sip of my drink. She returns to her book, or at least that?s the impression anyone else in the restaurant will get. She shifts positions in her seat, uncrossing her legs, all the while continuing to gently drag her finger across the bottom of her throat, down across her collarbone and over the very top of her cleavage. Pushing the collar of her top away ever so slightly as to give me a better view that now ever expanding cleavage. I think I caught a glimpse of a red lace bra, but I?m not quite sure. Nervously, I quickly scan the room, making sure that our little show and tell session is not something for everyone. No one even notices. I look back to her. The second button on her blouse is now being toyed with, again, as her eyes stay in her book on the table. The second button joins the first button in freedom. Now there is no doubt as to the color and style of her bra. A delicate red lace demi-cup that cradles what looks to be a beautifully shaped large B or small C cup breast. I can see all but the areola and the nipple from this angle. And the workers at the table behind her have no idea.
A quick movement with her left hand inside the blouse, evidently to give that sweet nipple a pinch, gives the desired result. She straightens her back and I can see the outline of an eraser size nipple form before my eyes. She looks up from her book, straight at me and bites her lip. She takes her free hand and readjusts her skirt so that I can see she is wearing gartered hose, the garters a matching red of the bra. Inching the hem of the skirt up, slowly exposing more and more thigh?..
About this time a bus load of seniors trundle in. A raucous din of orders and ?did you see that at our last stop? and ?Oh.. I don?t know what the next tour stop is? and ?do you have a discount for AARP?? fills the restaurant and pretty much kills the mood. I look over to her seat, and she is gone. Damn. That will never happen again. And unfortunately didn?t last long enough. I tidy up my table and work my way through the ocean of seniors to the trash can and out the door. I walk across the now dark parking lot to my car and insert the key to unlock the door. Dejected and with a case of blue balls starting, I relegate myself to a long and lonely drive home. Then a gentle touch on my shoulder and an angelic voice asks ?Do you want to finish what we started??
I turn and it?s her. Now that she is standing I can see that my initial assessment of her figure was correct. She is a knock out. Shapely hips and an ass that is pretty close to perfect.
She tells me her name, Sue, and that she is a pharmaceutical rep. And just like me, lots of travel. After a bit more small talk, I come right out and ask her what the deal is. I mean she is married. She tells me that her husband knows of her desires to be watched, and with out him present, she can only show, no touching, no fooling around, no way. Fair enough. I can go along with the game.
We walk over to her car; she slides in to the driver?s side. Sue then reaches over to the passenger handle to let me in. I look down as she reaches over and get a great view: Her blouse is now unbuttoned to her waist, beautiful round tits spilling out over the top of the red lace bra. Nipples hard enough to poke an eye out. She starts the car and backs it into the corner space, right underneath the light, and slides her seat all the way back. I look at her quizzically and ask ?Why under the light? ?
?The thrill of getting caught is what drives my exhibitionism. Do you have a problem with that?? She smiles and pinches and pulls both nipples, releases and lets her breasts fall. ?If you do, I can move? but it just won?t be the same for me.? Of course, I let her stay right where she is.
Sue starts to speak. ?From here on out, you will not talk to me, and definitely no touching between us.? She reaches down and starts running her finger through the landing strip of pubic hair right above her clit. Slowly she takes two fingers and rubs down either side of her pussy, dragging them both up between the lips, then buries them in to her now dripping box. Sue pinches and pulls on first one nipple then the other as she slowly builds up speed with her other hand, now dripping wet with her own juices. My cock pushes against my trousers, trying to break free as she works herself into a frenzy. Throwing her head back and closing her eyes, the hand that once teased and pulled her nipples is frantically rubbing her swollen clit as she continues to finger fuck herself. By this time I have started stroking my aching member through the fabric of my pants. She looks me right in the eye, then down at my crotch and shakes her head ?NO?. I take my hands off, and sit back and enjoy the show.
Sue now looks me right in the eye as she continues in earnest with the task at hand. Both of her hands are now a blur as one hand continues to stroke her clit while the other pounds her pussy. Her breath now comes in gasps and her face and neck start to flush. Her back arches as she moans, then groans with pleasure as the first wave of orgasm hits. As the first crash of orgasm subsides she looks at me. ?Take you cock out?. Start stroking it for me?
No need to ask twice. I undo my belt, button and lower my zipper with a speed that would make Houdini proud. My throbbing cock is now in my hand, being stroked, just as she asked. Sue continues to work her clit, and brings her other hand, dripping with sex, to her lips. She licks on finger, and then carefully allows me to taste just a bit of her juices from the other. ?So I bend the rules just a little? she says as she takes her now licked-clean hand and drives it into her pussy.
?Now that you?ve seen me come once, I want to watch you come? she said as she looked me right in the eye. I pick up the pace, stroking my cock faster and faster. She met my tempo with her own, rubbing her clit and fingering herself. ?That?s it baby, come for Sue?, she whispered through gasps of air, furiously rubbing her clit. ?yes? Yes?YES!!!? she cried as I erupted with 2 hours worth of bottled up sexual frustration. She began to shake as a crippling orgasm over took her.
We sat there for a few moments, catching our breath. Sue then passed me a few tissues to clean my self. Before I had the chance to clean my hand, she grabbed it, and licked my come off.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw some movement near the back door of the fast food joint. There was Kimmie, the large breasted counter worker. Looking in our direction, and then back in the door, then back to us. I can see, even from the car, that she is flush with excitement. I point this out to Sue. She grins and grabs her cell phone. Within seconds she is explaining to her obviously open minded husband of the situation. There is a pause and then she says ?I love you too? and hangs up the phone.
She winks at me and tells me it?s my lucky day. First she cracks the windows just enough for a little sound to escape. Then she turns on the defrost. ?I don?t want her to miss a thing.?
The next think I know, she is sucking my cock back to full attention. And with an obvious expertise, it did not take long. ?We?re going to fuck so little miss fast food can get a good look.? And with that she straddles me facing the dash. Sue reaches down and guides my cock right into her soaking wet pussy, sliding down till every inch is buried in her. She starts bouncing and moaning, loud enough for the girl to hear. I can barely see the girl at the door and she no longer looks back to the restaurant. All attention is on us. Sue bites her lip, groaning as she meets my thrusts. I reach around and cup her heavy breasts, pinching and pulling the nipples as I had seen her do not 20 minutes ago. ?That?s it? she screams. ?Oh God YESS?Fuck me??
I look over to Kimmie at the back door. She has moved out of view of anyone inside and has one hand down her pants as she steadies herself against the wall with the other. Her eyes never drop from the show going on in the car not 30 feet from her. I tell Sue that I am close. Between moans she starts putting the show in high gear for our voyeur.
?That?s it baby,fuck me? oh God yess? that big cock is splitting me into.. uuuuuuummmmm yessss? GOD YES? that?s it ? FUUUUUUUUUCK YES!!!! OH GOD ?. Come in my pussy ?oh ?. Ummmmmm?GOD YESSSS ?. I?m COMMING.?
That?s all it took for me. My balls started to tighten. She reached down and gave them just a little squeeze. I felt my orgasm coming on, and evidently so did she. I felt the walls of her pussy contract and release as she tried to milk the come from me. I drove my cock deep into her warm wet love hole and started to fill her. Our juices mixed and ran down my leg. Sue reached down, and with two fingers scooped up our love mix, and licked it off her fingers like she was licking a fast melting popsicle. This was enough for our Peeping Tammy. I saw her, with her hand still in her pants, arch her back, jutting those huge tits out and throwing her head back in clear orgasmic bliss.
Sue reaches in to the back seat and produced a towel. We cleaned each other and she slid back over to the driver side. She sits there for a moment, watching the Kimmie finish her orgasm. Her knees buckle as grabs the handrail by the door for support.
?Mmmmmm? makes the sex all the better knowing we were watched. That was one of the best orgasms I?ve had in a loooong time? Sue says as she grins and waves at Kimmie. Kimmie sheepishly waves back and hurries back inside.
I have the chance to run in to Sue and her husband on occasion while traveling that part of the state. Although it is fun, it?s not nearly as fun or erotic as that first night. And I still stop in at that fast food joint?.. But that story is for another time.