Ok, so this is going off track a bit here but i wanted to share something that happened on the night we were at the restaurant, well actually it was on the way home in a taxi.
It had a profound affect on me so i will include it here even though it has nothing to do with alan.
That night after leaving the restaurant both myself and john were in high spirits, we had enjoyed delicious food and the drink had flowed....coupled with the exciting conversation about alan....
John had ordered a taxi.
It was only a short distance back to our house but we had planned to drink as much as we liked so it wasn't prudent to take the car.
The taxi turned up and we got in the back. It's driver was a pleasant friendly chap, an asian man who looked about 50.
John told him our destination and chatted to him, telling the guy he was a fellow taxi driver.
I'd had quite a lot to drink, feeling so warm and comfortable sat there in the back listening to john and the driver chatting.....i suppose i must have dozed off briefly.
When i came to, john was pressed close up against me, he had his right hand on my left shoulder, gently stroking. His face very close to mine
"You ok pip?....you dropped off for a minute there"
I looked at him and was about to reply but johns lips prevented me.
I was initially surprised but soon responded, kissing back, feeling the heat develop between us.
Drawing in a sharp breath through my nose as johns hand moved from my shoulder to my boob.
So caught up in the moment I'd almost forgotten where we were.
I broke our kiss and pushed back against him.
"John!.....what you doing?.....not here"
He didn't move his hand which had now begun pinching my nipple, gently, through the thin material of the blouse.
Sitting in the middle of the back seat as i was, in full view of the cars rear view mirror.....i suddenly made eye contact with our driver.
He was looking right at me, his eyes kept flitting back to the road, but were mainly on me.
I'm aware too, that the car is swerving.
He's watching us.... watching me get fondled by john in the backseat....
This knowledge, that we were being watched....it sent a jolt of excitement right through me.
This man was a stranger.
The fact that he was a stranger coupled with the spontaneous nature of what was happening plus the alcohol I'd consumed.....created a perfect storm of lust, excitement....and lack of inhibition.....
John continued his affections and this time i didn't push him away.
We kissed again, passionately.
Johns hand slid under my blouse and into my bra cup, fingers going straight for my hardening nipple.
I moaned through johns writhing tongue, exquisite sensation spreading out across my whole body as he tweaked and pinched my nipple.
Making no objection as he pulled my left breast out the bra cup, broke off our kiss and went down to my eagerly awaiting nipple.
I almost jumped at my own loud moan, immediately making eye contact once again with the driver, his eyes like before.... flitting from me to the road and back again...the car swerving.
Johns hand slips up my skirt..... going straight up my inner thigh to my crotch....
"John.....john....."
I'm panting, saying his name quietly.
I want to say no... stop.
But i can't......I'm acutely aware that I'm enjoying being watched by this stranger.....his eyes so intensely staring....
Every time a car goes past it illuminates those eyes, big and dark brown, watching us.
"Aaaahh"
Letting out a gasp as johns finger slips past my knickers and into me......
Again i call out his name in no more than a whisper, again there is no 'stop' from my lips or a 'no'.
Part of me wants it to stop but that part is getting weaker as this continues.
Eventually i give in altogether, open my legs wider and let john finger fuck me right there on the back seat of the taxi.....like a cheap tart.
I'm soon lost in a building climax, the sheer erotic nature of what's happening to me is too much to bare for long.
The last thing i see before screwing my eyes up tightly in the grip of a powerful orgasm......is the eyes of the driver...staring intently back into mine....
While tensed up I'm vaguely aware of the driver saying something, it's in his language so i don't understand, but by the tone it sounds like he's excited.
Then i hear a car horn blaring close to us and feel the car swerve again, violently.
John later told me that we nearly crashed into an oncoming car, our driver had strayed across the white line!
I began regaining some composure, john was grinning madly at me and asking if i was alright?
For a moment i just looked about myself panting, feeling confused and hot, then i put a hand down between my legs... worried I'd gushed.
