This feeling had excited her for some time. Since long before she was there waiting for him. Her man. She missed him. And all through the time she had been sitting waiting, she had this feeling. It intrigued her, and excited her, and added to the sense of anticipation and excitement that ran though her body, making all her nerves stand on edge, teased and aroused.
She was feeling that there were eyes on her all the time. She was sitting at a small hotel on the patio, drinking a glass of the house chardonnay, and she was alone. Her hands trailed slowly, sensually across her cleavage, almost absent-mindedly. A drop of the cold water that had condensed on her glass fell and landed on her left breast, trickling down and into the valley between the two gorgeous orbs, as she drank briefly from the wine inside her glass. She was again mindful of the eyes on her.
Her hand dropped to her lap, casually. She squirmed imperceptibly, moving her seating position ever so slightly so that she was better able to squeeze her thighs and tease her clit with the effort. The thought pleased her, knowing that the eyes watching her would not know that secret... She'd been doing that ever since she could remember, using her muscles in her butt and legs to tease herself secretly to orgasm.
She sat now waiting for Jorge to appear at her table, as he had promised. They had agreed to meet today, when they were chatting on the instant messaging site. She was excited, because she hadn't seen him in some time. She smiled ever so secretively again as she felt a small twinge of pleasure ripple through her from her vagina. She was wet now, she could sense it. And she wanted so badly to run her fingers through her pussy and feel the wetness, sliding her fingers across the valley of pleasure, and then teasing her clit till she came.
"I hope that smile is about me?"
Jorge had arrived in her reverie. No wait, He's here now! OMG! I hope he can't really tell what I'm doing... no, surely not, I've successfully hidden that from many a man, AND my mother far too many times to get caught now, Alina thought.
Jorge reached down and kissed her lightly on the lips in greeting, his hand sliding down her arm, to the elbow, sending little pulses of electricity through Alina's body as he did. On the way back up the back of his fingers brushed ever so indiscernibly across her nipple under the loose fitting top she wore.
"I see you're already doing things without me," Jorge's smile was casual but distinct. "So, you WERE thinking of me when I walked up?" he said as he sat down next to her at the table.
"I must admit, the thought of you does have me very excited, Mr Sebastian, but sadly, no, this was not of your doing..." Alina said with a seductive smile crossing her full, gorgeous red lips. She bit the lower lip slightly, and erotically licked them.
"I see you haven't missed a trick since we last saw each other and you are still teasing me, you know, the whole way you do things does to me..." Jorge smiled.
They chatted some more, the waitress came and took their orders, the food came, they ate... all in a long languid afternoon of togetherness for the first time in a while for the two of them. Jorge laughing at all of Alina's little sayings and jokes, Alina giggling at every mistake that Jorge made when he spoke English. The ease that flowed between the two of them growing as the minutes passed...
Alina called for the bill and Jorge insisted that he should be allowed to and so he settled the bill, and the two of them left the café to walk along the promenade holding hands, and as they did, Alina leant into Jorge's arms and he wrapped his big arm around her shoulder and together they walked along. Slowly and together they meandered along the walk, heading in the direction of Alina and Jorge's home. Alina was still working the muscles in her legs, and it was now easier that they were walking to do, and she was now really intensely excited. She could feel how wet she was and almost smell that musky scent that she knew she was giving off.
Alina unlocked the gate at their apartment block, and taking Jorge's hand pulled him inside. She had been very warm and had chatted away all through the walk home so that Jorge did not sense her excitement. Jorge sensed her nervous chatter was a way for her to cover her anticipation and exhilaration at seeing him again.
She unlocked the security door to the building and they entered, crossed the lobby and walked up the two flights of stairs to the apartment. At the door, she turned to Jorge and kissed him, reaching up the few inches he stood over her, and wrapping her arms around his neck. Their lips wrestled and their tongues snaked around each other as they kissed. Alina stepped back towards her door, and pulled Jorge inside... he was not going to resist, and he stepped with her through the door into their home.
He kicked the door closed and pulled her into his arms, kissing her deeper and thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Alina responded by thrusting her hips out at his groin and she clearly felt his hard and proud cock inside his trousers, the bulge was as huge as she remembered from last time. Alina slipped her hand down and felt his cock through the cloth of his pants, Jorge stepped into her hand and gave her his cock. His hands went to the buttons of her blouse and in three or four easy moves her blouse was on the floor next to them. His hands never stopped and soon her bra was on the shirt. He squeezed her breasts in his hands and Alina's head fell back as she really enjoyed the sensation of having Jorge's rough hands tweaking and pinching her nipples.
