Bucket list -6

The journey was uneventful, although the traffic was getting busier. Fiona did seem a bit twitchy, though. Before long, we were at the restaurant. The waiter there said it would be ten minutes before our takeaway was ready, so we opted for a drink.

Finding a booth, we sat opposite each other, whilst we had our drink and waited. It was easier to talk to each other that way, and there was an element of privacy.

I took my coat off and lay it on the seat beside me, before having a sip of my beer.

"I'm going to leave my coat on," said Fiona. It's all belt and buttons and we shouldn't be here that long.

She took a sip of her wine, then typed something on her phone.

A message came through to me from her.

"NSFW"

I held my phone closer, and angled it towards my body, when a picture followed the message.

It was of Fiona. She had her raincoat and was holding it open, wearing nothing but lingerie.

I looked up at her.

She winked.

Opening the top two buttons, she showed me the bra she was wearing, and then did them back up.

My cage was earning its money tonight.

Fiona leaned over.

"You make me do this," she whispered

My pulse was racing.

"I knew I'd had a sexual epiphany after my husband died, but since I found you in my playroom, all I can think about is sex with you," she confessed.

"I'm flattered," I replied.

"But it's not just sex. I've seen lots of things online. Felt lots of urges. And they all include you," she continued, "my bucket list revolves around you. The things I want to do to you. The things I want you to do to me. The things I want us to do together. It all centres on you."

"I'm sure you could find someone else," I said, "more experienced at these sort of things."

"I think that's the thing. I don't want someone experienced. I want someone who has no expectations, no fixed ideas. Someone who will try things for the first time with me, and make what we do and how we do it, our own. Does that sound crazy?"

"Not at all," I said, pausing briefly, "In fact, I've decided. I'll do the best I can to help you complete that list. If you're prepared to sit here, with me, half naked in public, how could I not?"

One of the staff came over with a bag containing our takeaway.

Returning to normal conversation, we finished our drinks, took our food and left.

In the car back to Fiona's house, we stopped in some traffic. Whilst waiting, she let her coat drop away from her right thigh, revealing her stocking top. She took my hand and placed it on her thigh. My fingers fell to her inner thigh and I moved my hand backwards towards her, no doubt, wet pussy.

Fiona spread her legs a little, to let me get to the top of her thigh.

She lay back in her seat.

"Oh, yes please. I'm aching for you," she said.

Before things got too hot, the traffic started to move. Fiona let her coat drop from her other thigh.

"Make sure you keep both eyes on the road, and two hands on the wheel," she advised.

As we moved off through the traffic, I couldn't feel her hand on my leg. It soon moved up to between my legs, where she easily located my hard cock.

"I thought this car was electric?" Fiona commented

"It's a hybrid," I explained, "A bit like the bedroom. If your batteries run out you can still use the stick shift."

"It's very stiff, for a stick shift," Fiona noted, "it probably needs a good oiling."

Fiona's other hand went between her own legs.

"Hmm... battery or stick shift..?" she mused.

God I was horny. Fortunately, we were soon back at Fiona's house.

I followed Fiona into the kitchen, carrying our food.

"We can eat in here," she said, pointing to a rustic dining table."

"Perfect," I replied

I sat at the table and decanted the takeaway from the bag.

Fiona took her coat off and went to get some plates. My eyes followed her magnificent butt as she bent over to search a cupboard.

I hope French maid is on her bucket list.

Fiona returned with plates and a bottle of wine.

I dished out our meals, whilst Fiona went to get some glasses.

I opened the wine and poured us both a decent sized drink.

Sitting down, Fiona raised her glass to me.

"Cheers," she toasted.

I took a large gulp and dug into my food.

Sat there just in her lingerie, eating her Italian meal.

It was difficult not to rush through it, to get to the playroom. Then again, it had its benefits.

I figured a little small talk might help. I could still look at Fiona's breasts, either way.

"Tell me about Jennifer," I asked

"Well, she's my only child. She's not married but has a partner. They don't have kids, which means a not a grandmother yet, so don't panic."

After some family talk, I moved the conversation on to Fiona's playroom.

"What exactly is it?" I asked, "Is it a posh dungeon?"

"Oh no," Fiona said, "I see it more of a 'facilitation' room. Sure, there are elements of bondage to it, but I want it to feature items that allow fantasies to be enacted. I've yet to finalise some items, but I expect it to be finished in a few days."

"Can I come to the grand opening?" I asked.

"Adam, I expect you to cum AT the grand opening."

I was thinking of an opening. About three feet away from me, under the table. I'd definitely cum for that.

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