I love sailing and we made plans to meet at the boat show. She drove and parked in the garage at Navy Pier and I took the bus right to the pier. We met inside and toured many of the boats, especially the large cruisers with cabins and ample room down below. We made use of those cabins when we had a few seconds alone; kissing and light touches, hints to the rising passion between us.
The show was over at 9PM with a reception afterwards. We went and had a drink and tried to keep our hands to ourselves, not the type of party to openly grope. We left and took the lower level hallway back down the pier to the garage. So nice of to get a ride home on a cold winter night.
Walking down the hall, we were alone. Most everyone took the upper hall back to the garage. It was quiet and the only people we saw were at least 200 hundred feet ahead of us. We were both wearing long coats, but yet had snaked our arms around each others waist. She was a little shorter than me so with my arm around her, it was nice to turn her and feel her close into me, her full breasts pressing against me and her sweet lips touching mine.
A few times we stopped walking to kiss. Kisses that turned into passionate, lip throbbing, tongues touching and probing, bodies pressed close, yearning for more. These kisses were turning me on and from her reactions, Pam's as well. I had pulled her close and my hands were roaming around; hand in the small of the back, another sliding up the back, a touch on the cheek. In a moment of daring while we were kissing and our long coats open and our bodies pressed tight together, I moved my hand to her very full breasts (38D) to which I treated to a moan, which made a moan escape from my lips too. Under her blouse, I swear I felt a hard nipple. Being bold I opened a button and then another on Pam's blouse. I saw a pretty bra, full cleavage (god I love to see cleavage!) and smooth skin of lovely breasts. I bent my head down a gave a kiss and small lick to Pam's cleavage. While I did this, Pam was pressing on the back of head, pushing me in deeper to her breasts.
Breaking away we continued on down the hallway. The people who were ahead of us were gone. There was no one behind us. As we walked, we passed large columns that were about four or five feet wide. We took a chance and ducked around to one side and continued our mashing. Coats open, hands wandering and touching, lips and tongues touching. We were both on fire and grinding against each other. I opened her blouse more and popped open the front closure of her bra, gliding my hand in, seeking to touch her nipple, finding it and touching, light brushes against a very stiff nipple. Pam's hands pulled me close by holding my ass in her hands, arching her hips forward while she leaned back, breasts partially exposed, great cleavage, passion in her eyes and her pussy pressing hard, moving against my hard cock. I was very hard, and it felt so good to be pressing against her, I could feel the heat from the core of ourselves.
Kissing more and hands moving to where we wanted to touch, I felt Pam move a hand around to the front and around to my cock. Oh it felt sooo good to have her hand grasping, sliding around my hard cock and cupping my balls. I was on fire, throbbing, pulsating. I moved one of my hands to the front of her pants, fingers moving to the v of her pants, touching her thigh, inside and then up. Up to the glorious heat of her wonderful hot pussy. I could feel the heat through her pants and pressing in, sliding up and down, I could feel hot wetness.