I smoothed my skirt down nervously as I sat waiting in my car. We’d planned to meet at 12.30 and I was a few minutes early. I hadn’t seen you in six months – not since the day you left the company. We’d chatted plenty on MSN but you’d offered to take me out to lunch for my birthday – way too good an opportunity to pass up! We’d had a long, flirtatious conversation about what we’d be wearing today and I hoped you’d be in jeans as we agreed. You know I can’t resist your arse in jeans – I’ve told you so often enough.

I know it makes you mad that I only give you a score of 8.5 out of 10 but I have my reasons.... A higher score would have to be based on more than looks alone... I’d have to get “hands on” for you to get a perfect 10. I wondered if I’d get that chance today...

I was wearing a short skirt and knee high boots as we agreed. I was also wearing a low cut top to really get your pulse racing. You’d told me that you were like a moth to a flame where my tits are concerned. You’d get a good show today even if nothing else happened.

Your final request regarding my outfit was “no knickers”. I’d responded that that was a given. Since I always mean what I say, today I was getting a real kick out of going commando. Hmmm, I wondered if you would take the opportunity to find out if I was telling the truth or not...

As I waited, I wondered how conversation over lunch would go. I decided it would either be a very tame conversation about who’d left the company, who was leaving, who should leave since you’d gone, or.... well, let’s just say that I was hoping today would be the day we would finally move on from some serious flirting and get down to some serious fucking. I could feel myself getting wet at the prospect.

I looked up and see your car coming into the car park. Here we go, I thought. We both got out of our cars and exchanged a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Damn, you looked good! In your jeans as promised! You caught me looking and turned round and stuck your arse out slightly. “Still looking good?” you asked.
“Not bad, not bad at all...” I said cheekily. You gave me a look that said I'd pay for being cheeky later. I hoped so!

We walked into the restaurant together and sat down. You ordered a pint of lemonade and I asked for the same. The waitress asked if I wanted a large one and we dissolved into giggles as she walked away. “I see my reputation precedes me”, I said and we laughed..

Over lunch we chatted about who we’d have an affair with if we were going to have one. I said it would depend on my reasons for having the affair in the first place. "If it was for the career progression", I said.. "it would have to be with the boss". I pulled a face, not even wanting to contemplate the prospect.
"So, what about if you were having the affair purely for the sex?" you asked.
"Hmmm", I said... "That’s an interesting question. You have to assume that you know the sex is going to be great beforehand – otherwise, what’s the point?"
"So , what’s great sex to you then", you asked. I grinned a
"Great sex for me has to be filthy, dirty, fuck me harder, make me scream kind of sex." You shifted slightly in your seat and I wondered if the conversation was getting you as hard as it was making me wet.

I decided it was time to start working out if it was just flirting on the cards, so I moved forward slightly, giving you a great view of my cleavage. I wanted to check if you were paying attention, so I accidentally on purpose dribbled a little bit of lemonade down my front...
"Oh, that’s cold!" I said. It definitely got your attention as you watched the drop of lemonade move down between my tits. The look on your face told me you’d like to be going there too.

I moved forward again and this time, put my hand on your thigh, just above the knee. You shifted in your seat and I wondered briefly if this was a step too far for you. I needn’t have worried – you didn’t move my hand away. I decided it was time to get a little bolder so I slide my hand further up your thigh. You reached your hand down to grab mine and just when I thought you were going to tell me to stop, you took my hand and placed it firmly on your crotch. Now I knew you were definitely ready to play! I moved my fingers and rubbed your crotch gently at first... I could feel your hard on under your jeans and I got even wetter just knowing that you were as turned on as I was..

Just as I was getting frustrated about being in such a public place with you, you moved my hand and said"let’s get out of here". We didn't even bother asking for the bill – you just threw some money on the table and we walked out. As we got to the cars, you just told me to get in. You know how I love to be driven around by my toy boy! We were barely speaking at this point – just desperate to be alone together!

We drove for a bit then found a deserted spot just off a quiet country road. I’ve thought about this moment for a long time now – ever since we started flirting way back when you still worked for the company. We’d barely even got our seatbelts off before you turned and pulled me towards you. I closed my eyes as you kissed me – I could feel all the pent up desire in your kiss as your tongue moved with mine.

Soon the kissing was just not enough and our hands started to explore. You had your hands up my top and all over my tits, groping, feeling your way.
"I’ve been dying to do this", you said. "I thought I’d never get a chance to get my hands on your luscious tits! "
I reached round to undo my bra, taking it off quickly to give you full access. You moved away for a second and said "your nipples are really cute. I like cute and pink". That made me laugh but my laugh turned to a moan as you reached out and touched my cute pink nipples. They are really sensitive and just a touch from you made them hard.

I moaned again as your lips leave mine and you took my right nipple in your mouth. "Mmmmmmmmmm that feels so good" I said as you licked and sucked my nipple. I felt like I was about to explode already.

My hands moved to your belt buckle as I scrambled to undo your belt and the buttons on your jeans. I was breathing so hard as I was really, really turned on. You pushed your jeans and boxers to the floor. I looked you in the eye as I started to lean over. "I love giving head" I said... "there’s something so slutty and porno about it"...
"I love getting head" you managed to say and then you gasped as I lowered my head and stuck my tongue out to lick the precum from the tip of your hard cock.

You leaned back as I started to suck and lick your cock, really taking my time, taking the whole length of your cock in my mouth and enjoying the unfamiliar taste of you. I took your balls in my hand and squeezed gently... "fuck", you said.. "I’m not going to last long at this rate!"
I didn’t answer since I was too busy giving you the best blow job you’ve ever had.

I moved my hand and started to wank your cock as I sucked frantically... I wanted to make you cum. I wanted to taste your hot cum. I could feel your balls tighten and I knew that you were getting close.
"Oh fuck", you said as you started to explode in my mouth. I swallowed every drop and as I sat up I looked you in the eyes and licked my lips. "so, that was lunch" I say.. ."Now what about dessert?"