I looked at her intently. I knew full well what I was doing.
"Oh my god, your eyes, I have to kiss you".
I smiled.
"No, not here!"
I was known here. I had only met her less than an hour ago. Introduced by her drunk husband, who was now waiting for you outside.
He calls. She tells him to go home. Tells him she's playing the pokies with the girls.
"Ok, I think he's going to go back to the hotel. Where can we go?"
For the last half hour, we'd shared stories about how unhappy we were. I haven't been intimate with my partner for nearly eight months, she for years.
We struck up chemistry straight away. She's full-figured, which is too my taste and I can't stop glancing down to her cleavage.
"Ok, let's go."
"Where?"
"I don't know yet".

We leave the pub and walk down past the carpark. I'm looking for a dark spot. She's right. We do have to kiss.
I pull her into a garden bed, where it's dark, and our mouths meet urgently. Our tongues find each other, and almost instantly, all of that pent up sexuality, the frustration, the need, starts to overcome us.
We grip each other and press our bodies together. I take my hand and reach into her pants. She doesn't object. Just the opposite as she arches her groin towards my hand, and I instantly find her wetness. I touch her and she sighs.
I have to see those breasts. I tell her so, and she pulls them from her bra and her top. My mouth eagerly connects to her nipples, which harden underneath the flicker of my tongue and the suction of my lips. She is even wetter now.
I pull her down to our knees and continue to touch her and lick her nipples and she's breathing harder and starting to moan louder. I slide my middle finger inside of her, and work her inside as my thumb slides up and down her clit. She moans and comes.

She tells me it's my turn, and slides my cock out of my pants, I'm sitting now and she takes me in her mouth, and it feels so good, it's been so long. I enjoy it, but I know I'm drunk, and I never come when I'm drunk, so I ask her to stop. What's up, she says, almost offended. "I'm sorry, I'm a giver", I say, and I lay her down in the garden bed, and I lean over the top of her and bury my head into her pussy. I wanted to taste her so badly and she tasted so good.
It's crazy, but not once at any point, despite the fact that we're now half naked, enjoying mutual oral sex, did it concern me that any moment anyone could come along. Such was our need for each other. My tongue worked her pussy as my fingers slid inside and out of her to which she started to moan again, almost gutturally as she came again.

And then we just laid there. Looking up at the stars, our asses bared to the cool night air, and we just stroked each others bare skin. She looked at me again. "Oh my god, your eyes". And we kissed again. She tells me I'm a wonderful kisser and it makes me light up insider, because it feels really nice to be appreciated again. And so we kiss some more.
We didn't fuck. We agreed that we would sometime, somewhere in the future. But right now, on this night, this was perfect.