Like this one time, I met this friend of mine when she was visiting Toronto for a few days. ;) Yup, I had been working all week, but there was nothing going on that day so I was stuck in the yard. I was playing on the internet when she phoned me up and invited me out.
We hadn't seen each other since that last story I told you, and I wasn't sure how she was going to react. After all, things had gotten pretty out-of-hand. Well, I drove to her hotel to pick her up in the Truck. She was staying at the Quality inn in Pickering. It's a pretty nice place. I had stayed there once for free when my truck was getting fixed. Her husband had run off for the day, and left her all alone if you can believe that.
She wasn't sure what time the jackass festival her husband was at finished for the day, so we didn't hang out there long. When I got to the hotel, she opened the door and just looked at me with this faraway look she get sometimes, and then came forward to hug me. I picked her up and hugged her, and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. She didn't kiss me back, but I'm pretty sure she rubbed her hand past my crotch on purpose on the way down. Well, I'm not *positive* that was her intent, but it kind of shocked me. Up to that point, I had been sure I was going to get the "We're married, that never should have happened" talk at some point during the day.
Anyways, she grabbed her coat and we headed out to the truck. She'd been in my little Volvo before, but she hadn't seen my new truck yet. I opened her door and let her inside, and gave her the grand tour.
"Check it out! I have BUNKBEDS!" I said, "You know, for sleepovers!" She said nothing, but had an evil glint in her eye.
We didn't really have a plan at that point, but we saddled up and headed for the nearest Tim Horton's. We got our traditional Hot Chocolate and Cinnamon-Raisin Bagel combo to go, and set out to explore Toronto.
I spend a lot of time in Toronto, but most of it is stuck at the truck yard where I work, waiting for something to do. Essentially, I know where the major things are, but that's about it. So, we did what every tourist does when they get to Toronto -- We went to check out the CN Tower. She'd never been there before, so she was a bit freaked out by the crazy elevator that takes you up. There's a tour guide that tells you that if there's a fire at the top, they'll strap you into the elevator and give you a 'controlled drop' to the bottom, and then yank the elevator back to the top to get the next group.
Once we got to the Observation deck, we got out and wandered around. There were floor to ceiling windows all the way around and one section of the floor was a window that let you look hundreds of feet down to the rail yard below.
She went to the railing to have a look out over lake Ontario, and I stood behind her. She still really hadn't said anything at this point, so I had no idea what was going on in her head. Still, she always seemed to like hugs, so I gave her a big one as we looked out.
We stood like that for a while, in silence, just looking out over the lake. Eventually, I became aware that she was almost imperceptibly rubbing her ass backwards into me, and I could see a big grin on her face.
I hugged her tight and ground myself firmly into her, and whispered in her ear, "I had a lot of fun with you the other day, I was kinda worried I'd never hear from you again."
She responded by turning around and kissing me fiercely. "Never hear from me again!? Did I say anything to make you think that?" Then, that evil grin again, "I *KNOW* I didn't -DO- anything to make you think that."
I said nothing more, and followed her over to another, more deserted, section of window so we could look out over downtown. I came up and hugged her from behind again, and using my clasped arms as camouflage, I started lightly teasing her nipples through her shirt. They hardened instantly, and I leaned in to kiss the back of her neck. Her breathing was starting to pick up, and she ground back hard against me. Unfortunately, we weren't alone; an elderly couple was also there with their grandchildren, but luckily they were around the other side of the deck.
I glanced around to make sure we were safe, reached under her skirt with my right hand, and slowly started massaging her. She was already starting to get wet as I reached inside her panties and played with her clit. She groaned, and pulled my hand out quickly.
"There's kids here!" She hissed.
