Buryingmy face into her womanhood, I could feel the heat emanating from heras her hips bucked up against my face, wanting more and more.Rising up from... her, I stood up, unzipped my pants and droppedthem to the floor, freeing my bulging cock from confinement. As Istood there, cum oozed from the slit at the tip, running down my hardshaft. As I looked down on her exposed body, she reached out andtook my cock into her soft hands, squeezing and pulling me towardher. ‘I want that’ she said, as she. With that he slips around her left side and behind her. The hand holding hers never breaks contact as it slides up her silk-covered arm, across her shoulder blades, and down to her right hip. He encircles her waist once again, but this time, instead of pulling her to him, he takes up the strip of black silk and slowly undoes the knot. Hands gliding up to the collar he simply slides the kimono off her shoulders letting it puddle on the floor. The black veil of her hair hides the Japanese symbols. There was no buzzer, so I knocked and waited. And knocked again, a little harder. When the door opened and a guy my age looked me up and down, I almost took a step back. He was wearing jeans and an olive t-shirt with a funny cartoon through which I could make out a muscled chest, and his eyes seemed to sparkle under his slightly messy black hair when he greeted me. “Hi, I didn’t think you’d make it, but I’m so glad you managed! Let’s get you into the kitchen for now.” And before I could answer. It appears quite busy which is a good sign. I go in and am told that there is a short wait for a table but that is ok. I get a drink and take a seat in the bar. I am checking out the other patrons when a couple in their I would guess were in their fifties ask if it is ok to sit with me as most other seats are full. I say it is ok and they sit and introduce themselves as Pete and Sue. We start chatting and after a little while the waitress comes over to say that a table has become available for.