It was just suppose to be a date but felt like so much more.At dinner Vicky said she had a confession she needed to make. It caught me a bit off guard.... "Buddy, I told you that I was coming to the play with one of my girlfriends: that wasn't true. It was actually a male friend. It is true that he had seen the opera before. I wanted to go with you and called him to let him know. I don't want lies between us. I had to tell you the truth." Do you care for him or he for you?" We have dated before. Mangu got bolder knowing she was gonna be alone for a while. His tone had changed and so had his body language. Aapki kumar palates main theek se dekh nahi paaya. Problem phiroze se samjhaiye, main bhi stool pe char jaata noon.And before she even expressed discomfort he was up there. All of him. Now she was stuck between the wall and mangu. He pressed against her, his hard on becoming evident and almost impatient, while she pressed against the wall. He said dikhao madam problem kya hai. She was. God, he wasn’t usually like this in public. I don’t think I’d ever heard him speak with such lust in his voice. I felt a surge of desire; the feel of his hand on my sensitive nipple made me want him too. I pressed myself against him, as his other hand moved up my bare thigh, under my skirt, stroking the front of my panties, then urgently pushing them to one side. I gasped, leaning further into him as his fingers parted my labia, then slipped right up inside my slippery tight vagina. I felt them. "She paused, considering her answer."Well, I started thinking about it right away. You held me still for that great licking he gave me; and it made me so hot. I got into the fantasy that night while he was getting me the first time... you forcing me... to let him lick me... maybe even forcing me... to have real sex with him. Not really... I mean I know you wouldn't have... but that was a delicious little thought. Thinking about it lit my pussy on fire when he was making me cum with his tongue..