Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
Owning My Friend's Mom: EP12

As they finished their meals, Greg leaned across the table and said conspiratorially, "You know, Mrs., C.? I think that man over there is in to you. He's been watching you the entire time we've been here. He seems to be all alone, so why don't we invite him over to join us?"

Greg could tell his question caught her by surprise. She began to mumble a response, "But Sir.... what...." But before she could say anything else, Greg was already waving at him to come over and join them.

Looking a little surprised at his gesture, the man finally picked up his drink and ambled over to join them. As soon as he arrived, Greg said, "Scoot over, Mrs. C., and give this man some room to join us."

Blushing furiously, she shuffled over on her bench, giving the man some room to sit down beside her. After the introductions were made, they learned a little about their surprise guest. His name was Bob, and he was an accountant here in town, on business for several days, before heading back to his hometown, several states over. Looking at his left hand, Greg could see the tan line from a quickly removed ring, and realized that he may do just fine for the plan that he was starting to formulate, in his mind.

Conversationally, Greg informed Bob, "You know, Mrs. C., here, was just telling me, a few minutes ago, how attractive she replaces you." Eyebrows raised, clearly surprised at Greg's comment, he replied, "Well, isn't that a surprise. I was thinking the same thing about her."

"Well then, isn't that a coincidence, Mrs. C.?" Greg asked.

Nodding her head she mumbled a shy, "Yes". A smile began to form at the corner of Greg's lips as he caught her slight transgression in forgetting to address him as Sir.

"You know, Bob, I couldn't help but notice how you've been admiring Mrs. C.'s breasts."

Again, surprised at Greg's boldness, and, perhaps, beginning to have some suspicions about his relationship with the beautiful woman, sitting next to him, he simply nodded his head and said "Yes I have, Greg. They are quite lovely." "You know, I couldn't agree more, Bob. And I'll let you in on a little secret, Mrs. C. is pretty proud of her titties and doesn't mind showing them off, do you, Mrs. C.?" Greg asks innocently.

Turning a darker shade of red, with her eyes downcast, she again muttered "Yes.... Sir." hesitantly adding the 'Sir' at the end. Greg could see that Bob caught that little exchange, and, perhaps, his suspicions were becoming a little more firm now. Bob wasn't a fool, though, and decided to play it cool and let Greg guide the conversation.

"Mrs. C., why don't you undo a button on your blouse, so Bob can get a better look at your tits?"

Keeping her eyes down, with shaking hands, Mrs. C. reached up and undid the next button on her blouse. Now there was only one more button holding her blouse together. It was now plainly obvious, to anyone who cared to look, that Mrs. C. was not wearing a bra, and was excited about what was taking place. Her nipples were as hard as rocks, threatening to poke holes in her too-tight blouse.

"Bob, would you like to touch them?" Greg asks.

"Uh yeah, you bet," he quickly replied.

"You don't mind, do you, Mrs. C.?" Greg asks innocently.

"No Sir," she quietly replied.

Taking that as his invitation, Bob turned his upper body towards her providing a small shield to any prying eyes, and hesitantly reached into her opened blouse, to cup her right breast. When no one said to stop, he became bolder, and began to openly fondle one and then the other breast, paying particular attention to her erect nipples. After a little while of this, Greg could tell Mrs. C. was getting turned on, since she had closed her eyes and was now taking small shallow breaths. "I'm going to let you in on another little secret, Bob. Mrs. C., here, is getting turned on by your touching her like that, in a public place. I bet if you stuck a finger in her pussy right now, you'd replace it soaking wet." "Yeah?"

Mrs. C's skirt was short enough, that when she sat down, it rode up pretty high on her thighs, and was now just barely covering her bare pussy. "Mrs. C., why don't you open your legs a little bit, and let Bob, here, have a feel? I don't think he believes me."

This time there was no hesitation. She was, by now, too far gone to be concerned about anyone noticing. Taking his left hand out of her blouse, he left her right nipple exposed, and reached under her skirt to replace her newly shaved cunt. With an almost audible sigh, Mrs. C's head rolled back, as she enjoyed the sensation of a perfect stranger burying his finger in her pussy, while sitting in a public restaurant. Seeing her implicit consent for his actions, Bob continued to work his fingers into her pussy, marveling at her wetness and willingness to do whatever this young man, sitting across from him, said.

Not willing to look a gift horse in the mouth, Bob continued his ministrations on her pussy, enjoying the little mewls of pleasures coming from Mrs. C. The more she squirmed, the more her right breast worked its way completely clear of her blouse.

As Greg sensed her orgasm building, he told Bob, "I think she's going to cum for you, Bob. Go a little faster, and then, when she's about to cum, I want you pinch her clit real hard. She loves it like that." "You sure?" he asked questioningly.

"Absolutely sure, Bob," Greg nodded emphatically.

"Ok." And with that he renewed his efforts on her pussy, delighting in the sounds of pleasure Mrs. C. was making. When it appeared she was about to cum, Bob grabbed hold of her clit between his thumb and index finger, and squeezed as hard as he could.

Mrs. C's eyes suddenly opened wide and her body shot forward, forcing her other breast to fall free from her blouse, as her body began to shake and convulse with the force of her orgasm. Bob couldn't believe how powerful an orgasm this strange woman was having, while sitting in this restaurant.