I told the black guy to wait at the door for me as I needed the toilet. In truth it was to buy me a little more time to think. The wine had gone straight to my head and I needed to check my husband's checklist.
1 - Talked to a man
2 - Touched a man
3 - Talked about sex with a man
So I needed to now get to 4, 5 and 6;
4 - Kissed a man
5 - Touched a man's cock
6 - Had a man touch my pussy
I thought about the poor young lad who thought he was going to have me and about the expectant guy waiting at the door. I wondered if they were both still there as I'd been thinking for quite a while?
Make your mind up time Annmarie!
I walked out of the toilet, glanced at the young lad who looked like he was ready to cry and strode to the door and walked into the street. The sun was behind my waiting stud and his silhouette sent a sensation straight into my vagina.
He grabbed my hand and took me across the road to a classy wine bar with dim lighting. We went straight over to a booth in the corner. As we walked over he nodded to the waitress and asked for two cocktails without asking me. This guy had a confidence which bordered on arrogance but I was being swept along and felt a sexual charge running through my body.
The drinks came and he turned to me. I was sat between him and the wall. His lips were on mine within a second and I greedily pushed my tongue onto his. My left hand found his erection. His cock had swelled and felt huge, even underneath his trousers. His right hand slid up my skirt and he expertly moved my thong to the side, parted my pussy lips and slid his middle finger inside my wet hole.
This was unbelievable! A stranger I'd met less than an hour ago was fingering me in a crowded bar!