1. The Young Barista - Part 3


    Date: 12/17/2016, Categories: Cheating, Author: SxyHusband, Rating: 15, Source: LushStories

    desire, and I felt alive. ............................... “Cheers! Here is to us .” I said. Sam bit her lower lip, acknowledged the line we just crossed, clinked our glasses together and sipped the very smooth white wine. She never took her eyes off me nor I of her. As we sipped our drinks, Sam slipped one of her heels off and I felt her foot gently caressing my shin as the appetizers arrived. She smiled sexily at me, as the wine had started to kick in for both of us. A warm sexy feeling fill our beings and I smiled at my lovely young lover to be and returned the footsie caresses. Unbeknownst to me, there was a middle-aged couple directly behind and to my right. The husband was sitting facing Sam and he simply could not take his eyes of her. From where he was sitting, he had a perfect view of her slender long sexy legs, which led all the way up to her very short dress. Sam had caught him staring at her and decided to tease him a little. She would pretend to adjust herself by crossing her legs every so often, giving her new fan a glimpse of her bright red G-string she was wearing. I would hear him cough every so often, as that was when Sam flashed him the vision of her inviting crotch. I liked that my girl got the attention of the men in the room. It made me feel like the Alpha male who had the goods to make the catch of this most exquisite young woman. Not to be outdone, sitting behind Sam and to her left was another couple. This time, the woman was sat facing me. She was ...
    one of the women in the room who looked enviously at Sam. The tables we sat at had short tablecloths, so it was very obvious when Sam started playing footsie with me. Seeing as how I was wearing dress pants, the material was much thinner than jeans and did nothing to hide the large erection that now pressed openly against the length of my zipper. This woman at the other table would stare openly at my crotch, as Sam played with my legs. There came a point where I would lean back a little, open my legs and offer the full view of my manhood trying to push through my trousers. I would pretend not to notice her, but could see she was enraptured by what she saw and her eyes grew very wide. It was all I could do not to reach down and give my erection a stroke. I was so hard. It got to the point where I had to place my napkin over my throbbing cock as there was a wet spot starting to form through my pants. Dinner came and went and so did desert. The more time passed, the more aroused and affectionate we got. We held hands, gazed into each other’s eyes, laughed openly and stole kisses. All this the public display of affection garnered a lot of attention. Those who sat close to our table could not only feel the vibrations of our sexuality, but see it too. My manhood impressed itself through my pants and Sam’s skirt did nothing to hide her swollen and very wet mound barely covered by the thin red fabric of her thong. But we didn’t care; the wine stole our inhibitions as well as bolstered ...
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