We parked in one of the municipal lots in town and walked over to ‘F’ Street, where most of the little stores and boutiques are located, laughing and chatting like old friends despite having met only a week or so earlier. Then again, we’d been more intimate than a lot of old friends – after all, how many old friends have had a finger up each other’s ass, or have tasted each other’s love juices?In the first shop, Gina almost immediately found a blouse she wanted to try on. She also handed me one which she said would be cute on me before dragging me to the tiny dressing room. This was another new experience for me, never having shared a store dressing room with a horny, grabby woman before. We couldn’t move without bumping and making contact with each other, and when I pulled my shirt off to try on the top, she grabbed my boobs, tweaking and pinching my sensitive nipples.I pushed her away, laughing, and slid into the blouse she’d chosen for me. When she got half-naked, I went her one better by leaning in to suck one of her hard, beautiful nipples. The drawback to that plan was that it probably aroused me as much as it did her! Still, when she moaned and grabbed my head, holding me to her breast, it was me that shushed her and pulled away.“Ssshhh, you’ll get us in trouble!”“I don’t care; don’t stop…”“Gina, no; I know most of these people. I live near here. You don’t, but I have to see them around town all the time.”“And you don’t think they already know you’re a healthy, horny girl?”I laughed. “Probably, but no need to confirm it for them. Try on your blouse.”She did and decided to not only buy it but wear it out of the store. I said, “I don’t blame you, it looks really cute and it sure shows off your assets!”She admired herself in the mirror, smiling. “This should help my tips at work too… I probably shouldn’t have let you talk me into going braless though.”“Hah! Like I had to twist your arm. You wear it like this to work and I guarantee your tips shoot up… among other things.” She looked very sexy – and very horny, her hard, dark nipples displayed beautifully through the thin, cream-colored fabric. I was used to guys looking at me since I’m usually braless and my nipples tend to be viewer-friendly, but it wasn’t going to break my heart to have them ignoring me for a couple of hours to focus on Gina.The store owner, a very nice lady who I didn’t know but had seen around town, cut the tags off for Gina and thanked us for shopping with her, putting my shirt, which Gina had been wearing, in a bag. We hit a couple more stores, Gina looking for some shorts or designer-type jeans to replace my skirt. I found a nice vest that would look super hot with no shirt or bra under it – if I was brave enough to wear it that way – and a straw crusher cowboy hat with a turquoise and silver hatband.She ultimately failed in her quest to find jeans that both met her style requirements and fit her but did find a nice faded denim skirt, so my loaner skirt joined my shirt in the bag. We walked down by the river for a while and watched people in the water, the summer river fairly calm in this stretch so it was safer for kids and people Bostancı Escort learning to kayak. A couple of rafts passed through, and I waved at one of the guides I recognized.We ate at one of my favorite spots, the Boathouse Cantina, on the deck overlooking the river. I continued to be pleasantly surprised at how easy Gina was to be with, enjoying her companionship as much as anything. Sitting facing each other across the table as we enjoyed a refreshing noon cocktail, we talked about a variety of things, including the desire to get together with Richard for a threesome, an idea that likely aroused both of us.I know it did me, and after glancing around to be sure nobody was paying attention to us, I stretched out my leg, teasingly sliding my foot up her calf to her knee. When she parted her legs – the same thing I would have done – I continued slowly up her thigh, torturing her.My toes found the crotch of her panties – technically, my panties – and when I caressed the warm nylon, she said, “Mmm, gotta love those long legs of yours.”“They do come in useful. Good for reaching out, spreading, wrapping around things…”She smiled as I continued to stroke her with my toes. “All things I hope to explore soon. You’re going to get your panties all wet, you know.”“My panties are already wet.”She laughed. “God, you’re fun! I meant the ones I’m wearing.”“Oh, I think those are already wet too.”“You’re right. Are you trying to make me come?”“Is that a challenge?”“I meant it just as a question, but it could be. You do know that the guy to your left is watching, right?”I hadn’t, but when I looked at him, a good-looking older man probably in his sixties, sitting alone, he smiled and winked, not at all embarrassed about getting busted. I looked back at Gina. “He doesn’t seem to mind.”Her grin turned wicked. “If he doesn’t, I don’t…”So, as we waited for our food, I continued to give Gina a foot job. It didn’t take long before she was unable to sit still, squirming in her seat and subtly grinding her pussy against my toes. Her smile turned into a small frown of concentration and her lips parted, her breathing taking on a pre-orgasmic shudder, and I knew I had her.When her body suddenly tensed and I heard her grunt, low in her throat, her knuckles white as she gripped the edge of the table, I knew she was rocking an orgasm and trying very hard not to embarrass both of us! She jerked twice, like an electric current had hit her, closed her eyes, and clamped her thighs closed on my foot, and I laughed.“I win!”It took her several seconds, but she eventually breathlessly responded, “No, I think I won. God almighty, that was nice!”I glanced again at the man, our watcher, and he gave me a big grin and feigned applause, clapping soundlessly. I said to Gina, “I think we all three won.”She looked over at him and got another smile, which she returned as she blew him a kiss. It was one of the few times I’ve seen her blush, her naturally slightly olive skin taking on a darker hue. She freed my foot from her grip and our food came shortly thereafter, a smothered shredded chicken burrito for me and a plate of nachos Escort Bostancı for her, everything delicious.Our voyeur finished his meal as we ate, and left, pausing at our table to say a quiet thanks and squeezing my shoulder as he passed, and after he’d gone, Gina and I burst out laughing. I said, “I should probably feel embarrassed about that, but I don’t.”“Me neither… are we going to get each other in trouble?”“God, I hope so!”We didn’t though, not that day, behaving ourselves through the remainder of our late lunch. Gina needed to get going, to get home, ready for work, and make the drive up to Leadville in time, so we didn’t dawdle too much when we were finished. When I signaled our server, she came over and informed us that our meals had already been taken care of by the gentleman that had been sitting near us – our appreciative voyeur!When Gina and I looked at each other and burst out laughing, she also informed us that he’d told her to pass along how much he’d enjoyed sharing time with us, which got us laughing again. She probably thought we were crazy – or maybe she had an inkling – but in any event, we left her a very nice tip, unsure if he’d covered that, and headed back to where we’d parked.As we walked along, Gina said, “That worked out well! I got a very nice orgasm and a free lunch out of the deal. If I’d known it would be so profitable, I’d try to have an orgasm every time I eat out.”I laughed. “Yeah, go figure that, huh? I’ve heard the expression ‘sing for your supper’, but I’d never heard of ‘come for your lunch’. I like it, though!”As we walked and chatted, I again marveled at how easily we’d meshed and how quickly intimacy barriers between us had fallen. At our cars, we stood and talked a little longer, about ready to go our separate ways, when Gina suddenly said, “Oh, wait! Here…”She reached under her skirt and tugged her panties – my panties – down, and stepped carefully out of them before handing them to me.I laughed, shaking my head and looking around to see if anyone had witnessed that little act. “I can’t believe you did that! I wasn’t much worried about ever getting them back, and even at that you could have just given them to me next time we see you.”“Nah, that’s ok, they’re yours, and I can use a little of this cool breeze anyway.”“I can tell; these are quite wet!”“And whose fault is that?”I smiled. “Guilty. You gonna go to work like that?”“I might.”“Will that boost your tips?”She giggled. “Just may, if I work it right. Mostly it just makes me horny knowing I’m not wearing any.” She looked at her wet panties still dangling from my fingers. “Give those to Richard, ok?”“Oh, God!” I laughed. “You know what he’ll do, don’t you?”“Of course! He’ll sniff them.” We both laughed, and I was glad I hadn’t given in to the urge to do just that!“Why do guys do that?” I asked.“Because men are dogs… then again, that does make them easy to train. Just offer a little treat and they’ll do almost anything.”We agreed to get together again soon, the three of us next time, both knowing we were planning a threesome for sex without ever saying so, and she pulled me forward to kiss Bostancı Escort Bayan me goodbye, her lips soft and warm, still salty from her Margarita glass. I knew Richard would be eager and excited to know that things were very much on track, but the truth is that I was too, very much looking forward to finding out what it would be like to be with Gina and my husband with no self-imposed barriers. Even then, as I thought of him I felt the sting of jealousy, but arousal overrode it.It was making me hornier just thinking about it, and as I watched Gina drive out of the parking lot, I gave in to the urge to sniff her still-damp panties. Her sex scent was musky and sensual and arousing, and it made my mouth and my pussy flood. I stripped out of my panties and left both pairs on the front passenger seat, and I was masturbating my wet self as I drove out of the lot, starting slowly but gasping and grinding through a powerful orgasm long before I got to the Walmart, where I needed to pick up some things.It wasn’t the first time I’d shopped commando, although it’s usually under jeans or shorts rather than a skirt, so I had to be aware of how I bent over or squatted down when reaching for things. As it often does, the awareness of possible exposure kept my nipples erect and my arousal simmering even though I don’t think I flashed anyone – I didn’t want to show up on one of those “People of WalMart” videos!The air conditioning in the store felt cold on my wetness, in addition to making my nipples pop, and the refrigerated food aisles didn’t help. I know I caught a few looks from other customers and employees but I gathered the things I’d decided to surprise Richard with for dinner, along with a few other basics from my list, and headed home.I immediately got out the slow cooker and, after sautéing to brown it, started the small roast I’d bought, adding quartered thin-skinned Yukon Gold potatoes, baby carrots, a chopped white onion, minced garlic, chopped parsley, salt and pepper, and a can of cream of mushroom soup for flavor and juiciness. It was a few minutes of work, but it pretty much took care of the whole meal from there, giving me time to relax and think about our plans with Gina and how I was going to be able to handle my jealousy.I remained horny, despite my self-administered treatment for my condition, but I didn’t indulge further, saving it for Richard. I’d taken Hobo outside, going to my truck to retrieve the two pair of panties from my front seat as he roamed and then draping one pair over each arm of Richie’s rocker on the front porch. By the time he turned into the drive, I was sitting on the front steps and Hobo was a couple hundred yards down the front yard toward the road, and he raced over to pace Richie’s Jeep up the driveway.He got out and spent a minute fussing over our very excited Heeler before approaching the house, stopping in front of me at the foot of the steps. Still in the same skirt and blouse – and still without underwear of any kind – I was sitting with my knees about a foot apart, putting the next step of my plan into effect. He noticed and grinned.“Very nice! If I’d known, I would have been here an hour ago.”“I wasn’t sitting here an hour ago.”“Good thing I waited, then.” He came up two steps and bent to kiss me, sliding one hand up my thigh, his fingers seeking and finding my wet pussy. At the same moment, we both said, “Mmm…”, and then laughed.