Twenty minutes passed before my husband and his pal, Tony, joined us. My guy was sat opposite his mate, separated by a table, while Sally and I were on the bench seat under the window. This meant I could still see "that guy". His stare was hard to avoid and it was remarkable that his partner hadn't noticed him checking me out. I think she was too busy babbling away to pay any attention! She was slim and pretty, dressed in black jeans and a cream jumper with cream ballet shoes. "Blah, blah, blah," she went on and on.
My guy and I had not fucked for nearly a week. He had been working away and had got back late that afternoon. Already his fingers were touching my knee at regular intervals. I'd not looked at my admirer for some time so I glanced across to check as my husbands hand move above my knee as he continued his conversation with Tony. Sure enough, the mystery man was gazing directly at my legs. The arrival of my husband hadnt damped his enthusiasm.
As the wine flowed I subtely turned up the flirting. Looking into his eyes above my wine glass, glancing at him as I laughed along with our friends and even licking my lips to send him a message of intent.
I started to wonder how I'd feel if the strangers opposite were to leave. Perhaps I'd never see this man again? I needed to come up with a plan. The wine was making me feel very brave and his girlfriend was really irritating me. What that guy needed was a good fucking from a real woman with experience.