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Keywords: 02, Ch., A, Dawn, New,

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I'm not sure how much she enjoyed it. Her satisfaction came, according to her, from knowing it was bringing me pleasure. We did try some other things. Once when a finger came through the hole, she rimmed the hole with her own slender finger. No response except the man's finger again. I asked her to lift her dress and place her pussy against the hole. We we're sure what to expect, and I knew she didn't want him invading her with his manhood. He didn't. He inserted his finger, but because of the awkward position she found herself in, and her feeling he was rather inept, it didn't do anything for her. I couldn't really see anything, but the thought of what was going on I found exciting.

These games continued and it was fun. It was the anonymous nature of it that allowed her to do it. To her, it wasn't a person, just a cock. That was about to change. Although some other things happened in the interim, I wanted to see more. It was during our 21st month together one of my real fantasies would start to be fulfilled.

We were in the bookstore, in our favorite booth, when a beckoning finger poked through the wall. Normally, one of us would beckon back, but not this time. I told her stand against the wall again with her dress pulled up. We had tried this before without success, but why not try again. She positioned herself and his finger came through the wall and entered her. I watched in fascination as her hips moved slightly. Kneeling down, I inserted my own finger, feeling his, as we both moved in and out of her. Sliding my finger out, now lubed with the wetness of her, I moved my hand behind her, parting her cheeks, and inserted my finger. I could actually feel his finger with mine through the thin wall inside her that separated the two fingers fucking her from both ends. I could see her shoulders start to fall back and I knew her orgasm was not far away.. Removing my finger, I placed my hand on her back to brace as she thrust her hips upward in a new position against the wall to give him better access. Normally, she moans, but now she was silent as her body tensed and quivered as she released with an orgasm that ripped through her body.

She sat back down on the bench completley spent. Neither of us knew at the time, but the man on the other side of the wall didn't know he had brought her to climax. It was less than a minute when his cock appeared through the wall. We looked at it, and I leaned over to her ear, giving her a kiss and asked her to suck it. She reached over and wrapped her fingers around it, feeling the hardness of yet another cock. I was somewhat disappointed, but we had a rule, and it looked like another handjob coming up. I'm not sure what happened. Maybe it was the nectar she saw on the tip of his cock, a drink she can't resist.

She dropped to her knees and licked the tip of his cock savoring the taste she craved so much. I dropped to my knees, my head almost touching hers to get a better view, Her tongue started to circle the head while her right hand gripped the shaft, moving up and down. I could hear the slurping sounds of saliva and precum in her mouth. Moving her mouth down further, she began to move her head up and down, bringing the man's cock further into her mouth as her hand continued pumping. She moved her head still further toward the base, right against the hole in the wall holding it there. I could see the outline of his cock as it moved in and out of her mouth distorting her cheeks. She pulled back slightly, still moving her hand up and down the shaft, the length of him jerking and dancing in her hand, her mouth now just over the tip. She removed her mouth and wet her other hand and cupped it over his cockhead, now next to her face. I could see her hand working the top almost like a mouth. She loosened her grip on the shaft to allow it slide more easily, occasionally licking it.

I was about to explode in my pants. I knew, or believed, the guy thought his cock was still moving in and out of her mouth. From deep within himself, he exploded in her hand, the cum immediately covering the inside of her hand, hitting her cheek and the rest falling to the floor. A second and third jet roared from his cock as she held her hand tight on the head, more cum dripping from her hand, the side of her cheek, and to the floor. As it grew smaller in her hand, she wiped the tip with her sleeve and took it one last time in her mouth. Releasing his cock from her mouth, he slowly pulled back into his own little cubicle.

As always, she wanted to stay in our booth until he left. We smoked a cigarette, drank some pop and waited for him to leave. Feeling it was safe now, she lead me out of the booth. Another anonymous encounter, or so we thought.

Apparently he had seen us go in the booth. As we were leaving the bookstore, he handed her note, unknown to me at the time. The anonymity was broken. In pencil he had scrawled he thought she was a beautiful woman, thanked her and said he was sorry she didn't get to cum, but he would like make it up to her. There was a name and an email address. We walked out and he was sitting in his truck. She now knew what he looked like and pointed him out to me. As we left the parking lot, he fired up his truck and followed. When I pulled out onto the highway, he still followed, which she found more than a little disconcerting. I guess he thought maybe he could take care of it right then. She wanted me to speed up and for her I did. He sped up to. I decided to slow down to let him catch up. If there was going to be a problem, better to take care of it now then some other time. Unfortunately, I was in the passing lane when he pulled up next to us.

He wasn't very old. I figured him to be about 30, which turned out to be right. He seemed harmless enough as he motioned for her to roll down her window. I was surprised when she did. They engaged in conversation between the two moving vehicles. He wanted to stop somewhere then, but she nixed that idea. Another surprise, she asked him for his phone number which she wrote down as he gave it.

Over the next couple of weeks we exchanged emails with him and did three-way calls. She talked about wanting to suck his cock again and told him what she would like him to do. Actually, we talked about doing a lot of things with this man young enough to be her son. We would meet again in two weeks. No walls to separate us this time.

"If there is enough interest in this story, I'll continue on with Chapter 3 about that meeting."

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Keywords: 02, Ch., A, Dawn, New,