It was two days after the 'massage turned fuck' session that Liz called and asked me to meet her at a hotel bar that afternoon. I thought her request was a little strange, but I wasn't about to turn her down. In the shower, my cock grew hard at the thought of our last get-together and I wanted to jack-off, but not knowing what to expect at our meeting, I held off. I put on a pair of boxers, then changed my mind and decided on just a pair of walking shorts - the kind that as long as I stayed soft, were quite modest, but if I got aroused, I'd poke out along the leg.
I got to the bar before Liz and selected an out of the way booth - a half circular booth so we would have no choice but to sit next to each other. Once again, thinking about the adventure two days ago, my cock grew long enough to peek out the bottom of my shorts and I toyed with the head under the protection of the tablecloth.
When Liz walked in and came over to the booth, I got up as a gentleman should, tugging at my shorts bottom to conceal my erection. Liz smoothed the back of her black dress as she slid into the booth. I wished it were my hand doing the job for her. We settled in fairly close to each other and exchanged pleasant greetings.
"Bob, I asked you to meet me here because before Tim left town yesterday, he made me promise that I wouldn't have you over or that I go to your place." She paused while the waitress took our order, then resumed, "So here we are. Is that cheating?"
"Of course not." When the waitress brought our drinks,We clinked our glasses and drank silently while looking each other over. I'm sure she noted my rod, which I hoped she took as a compliment. "You look great, Liz."
"You look horny, Bob." We giggled. The head of my cock was in plain view. "If I told you I wasn't wearing any underwear, would you get harder?"
She didn't need a verbal answer. My dick now stood a full two inches out of my shorts.
She took a few more sips, put her glass down, reached down and grasped my cock. "You know what? When I said I wanted to get fucked the other day, I was expecting Tim to step in. I was shocked when he said it was okay for you to do it. I was even more shocked when I felt you entering me. I've never been filled like that before. In fact you are the only other guy besides Tim ever to be there. Never did I think I'd ever have anyone else's cock in me.
"Tim and I talked about it the next day. I told him I was uncomfortable with the whole thing. But yet I wanted to get out of bed that night and come into your room after Tim fell asleep. I just played with myself until I came and imagined you doing the same."
"Liz, I waited for you to come to me, especially since you asked me to spend the night, but when you didn't, I was too disappointed to do anything for myself. I heard you and Tim going at it. I heard him cum. I damn near walked in on the two of you but thought better of it and just rolled over and went to sleep."
We paused as we ordered another round. Liz's hand never left my cock. The thought of her not having any panties on got the best of me and I inched up under her skirt and met her hot, moist pussy. She sucked in her breath and started purring as I rubbed along her slit. The angle wasn't right for me to put more than a fingertip in her. But her pleasure was obvious.
"Do you think we should get a room, Liz?"
She took her hand off me for the first time and said, "Tim also made me promise I wouldn't fuck you while he was gone." She reached in her purse and pulled out her cell phone. She punched a number and after a short wait, said into the phone, "Hey, hon. Did you get my note." After a short pause, she continued, "Good. I'll be done in a couple of hours." She put the phone away, turned to me and said, "He's home now. So I guess he's not gone any more."