Finger Fucking In Trader Vic's

My second wife and I lived on the east coast near Washington D.C. We had a really nice 40-foot boat that we spent every weekend on. We frequently had friends visit us and sometimes we would go out for a cruise but other times we would just sit on the back deck and have some drinks.

My wife had a girl friend named Gail. I think she met her at the beauty parlor. We had Gail visit us on the boat several times. These visits were very tough on me because not only was  Gail incredibly beautiful, she had a smoking body. The tiny bikini she wore on the boat hid absolutely nothing, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her, but had to be very subtle about it because my wife would not approve of me eye-fucking one of her friends.

But all good things must end and shortly after our outings with Gail, my wife and I moved to California. We even had the boat shipped cross-country.

A couple of months later I had to go back to the D.C. area for an industry trade show. My wife suggested that I take Gail out to dinner on one of the nights I would be in town. Frankly this surprised me because as I mentioned before, my wife could be quite jealous and here she was suggesting I hook up with Gail. I said ok but I wanted my wife to call Gail and set it up. I wanted Gail to know this was on the up and up. If I made the call, she might think her friend’s husband was hitting on her.

When we lived in the D.C. area, our favorite restaurant back then was Trader Vic’s, a very high end Polynesian place. My wife called and made a reservation for us.

Gail and I drove to the restaurant separately and met in the restaurant which was located in a Hilton Hotel in D.C. Because I had been a regular there, I was known to the maître d’ and was  given a coveted corner booth.

Going into this dinner engagement, I had no expectations of getting in Gail’s pants. I was hoping of course, but didn’t really think anything was going to happen. I wouldn’t even make a move unless there was something she said or did that made me think there might be a shot.

This was my first time alone with Gail and we immediately clicked. It didn’t take long before the sexual chemistry kicked in. In my lifetime I have maybe had that happen only three or four times. We were drinking Trader Vic’s Rum Cups which were served in very large bowls with two straws and shared by us both. These things were quite potent and after we polished off two of them, we were feeling no pain.

The conversation had turned sexual and it didn’t take long before I ran my hand under her dress and up her thigh heading to the promised land. This type of activity is usually preceded by some heavy kissing with tongue action. But we couldn’t do that in Trader Vic’s. Just our conversation, with some help from the rum, had taken us way farther and way quicker than either of us ever imagined.

Once I got my fingers inside her pussy she actually asked me to get my cock out. Although the tablecloth was draped over the table far enough in front that nobody could see what was going on under the table, getting my rock hard dick out wasn’t easy. Once it was out, she got ahold of it and worked it over pretty good.

I noticed that the usual very attentive wait stuff was nowhere to be seen. They obviously had an idea of what was going on. Finally we both felt we had to get out of there and find some real privacy. I paid the bill and left a huge tip.

My car was in the hotel parking lot but Gail had parked her 1965 Mustang on the street. I walked her to the car thinking the evening was probably over but she invited me to sit with her for a bit. Once in the car we took up where we left off and we both quickly got to the point where we both wanted to fuck. But early Mustangs are quite cramped and she  wasn’t keen on fucking so publicly. Although it was late, if a pedestrian walked by, they could easily see what we were doing. Gail suggested that we go to her apartment. I followed her to her place in Arlington. By the time we got there it was probably close to midnight and she told me she had two roommates and we had to be very quiet. She had a regular boyfriend and she didn’t want her roommates to know she was having another man in her bedroom.

What followed was probably one of the best sex sessions of my entire life. We did everything sexually that a man and woman can do together except anal. We fucked in every different position known to man. We 69’d and also did solo oral on each other. By the time the night was over I had orgasmed four or five times, both in her pussy and down her throat. You never know for sure when a woman is coming, but I’m pretty sure she  had her share of orgasms. The sexual chemistry between us was off the charts.

We never slept at all, just non-stop fabulous sex. Finally about 7 AM the next morning I had to leave to go work the trade show that started at 10 AM. However, we had several problems. First, one of her roommates was already up and making breakfast. So Gail said I had to go out the bedroom window. Although it was a first floor apartment, the building was on land  that sloped off to the back. So instead of a normal three foot drop out of the window, it was more like five feet. Plus it had been raining most of the night and was still coming down pretty good, so when I dropped out of the window, my shoes sunk into the wet earth and ended up covered in mud. By the time I made it to me car, I was soaked. I couldn’t care less. Whatever the downside was, it was more than worth it. On the drive back to my hotel I kept smelling my fingers and reminding myself of Gail’s pussy.

Sadly, that was the last I ever saw or spoke to Gail. I  had neglected to get her phone number and didn’t want to raise flags asking my wife for it. I’ve always wondered if her roommates ever suspected anything. We weren’t all that quiet once the action started.

My wife asked how it went and I said OK. She later talked to Gail and Gail said she had a good time going to dinner at Trader Vic’s.

(This is a true story.)

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