I met her here ( kiwiswingers) a few years ago. First messaging each other in the Chatroom then in private , things progressed well we had similar tastes, similar desires.

I told her were I worked and that she should come to the shop, no pressure if she wanted to talk she could introduce herself. If not, that was ok.

She came to the shop and yes she introduced herself.

She was in her early forties, about 5'4", luxurious brown hair that framed her face, she was a little voluptuous but I like that in a woman. She was wearing a black skirt that fitted her snugly, showing her body off perfectly, black pantyhose, white blouse. We chatted, and the sexual chemistry we had online was working in the real world.

There was a sexual tension as we talked, my cock getting hard as I glanced over her body. All the things we had talked about tumbling through my head. I could hear my heart beating , my throat tightening a little, trembling slightly, aching really . I asked if she wanted to visit again. She nodded yes.

I stuttered a request, leaning forward to whisper in her ear what I wanted.

To wear the same skirt and blouse for me, no panties, no tights. She looked at me, her hand brushing against the, noticeable bulge in my trousers ( I nearly spurted there and then).

She nodded yes, smiled and left the store.

Three days later she came back, she was wearing the blouse and the skirt as requested, I gulped as she walked into my department, was she going to do it?

I glanced down, noticing her bare, shapely legs. I couldn't tell if she was going commando, there was only one way too find out. We moved to a quieter part of the shop, me acting as if I was helping her with a product. As we moved slowly around we would brush against each other, hands just touching bodies, moving across her buttocks and hips, her hand just touching my bulge. I was so hard by then, my breath quickening .

I stepped behind her and reached across her shoulder as if to get something from the shelf. She slid her hand behind her back and massaged my cock through the material of my pants, with my other hand I placed the palm on her lower back and slowly moved it down over the curve of her bum, down a little more then curled my fingertips under the hem of her skirt. I slowly slid upwards, fingernails gently scratching the smooth bare warm skin of her inner thigh. She parted her legs for me and I moved in closer.

We were both looking around, watching for people approaching but so far we were alone.

I felt my fingertip brushing against her pubes, she gasped as I ran a finger against her slit, feeling her heat, her wetness, I leaned my head in against her ear and told her I wanted her, to fuck her, to push her skirt up, to bunch it at her hips as I pushed my cock into her pussy. She moaned and pushed back against me, grinding hard against my cock, my balls tightened, precum leaking as I kept whispering. She shuddered as I slipped my finger deep into her moist hole.

We stood there for about 10 minutes, massaging each other, I moved back a little and she turned to me.

We looked at each other.

Lust desire want need coursing through us.

She smiled.

She handed me a piece of paper and whispered 7pm tonight then walked from the store.

I stood there slightly dazed before glancing down at the paper.

Her address.