To recap from my previous write-up: ms SH Fantasy  was going to attend the next party on a Friday night.  For the love of me I cannot remember the name of the venue.  She was going with hubby, but she was to meet the girls, her real attraction and the real purpose of going, truth be told.  She was going going to be overdressed I said, she already bought a pair of lacy panties of which she sent me a pic (how cruel is that?)  Overdressed because panties were not her thing - I remember details like that, I do.  Could she give them to me afterwards?  Thanks.  I am a pervert, what can I say?  She agreed without much debate.  How lucky was I?  I met a matching pervert of the opposite sex. Happy days. Let's rewind to elaborate a little on our relationship.  A week prior I sat in a student's bar in Pretoria.  On a Friday evening.  No, I didn't go there to muscle a  pick-up.  The though did cross my mind, several times, I am happy to report.  I was working on post grad project, dammit!  On my laptop, in a student pub on a Friday afternoon.  What a nerd, right?  Well after three draughts I started texting with ms Fantasy.  She was at a family dinner at a restaurant in Jhb East.  With husband, kids and friends.  Pretty weird hey?  Especially after she sent me a selfie from the table, showing everyone.  Discussing pretty horny stuff in such a setting, sent my mind into a tail-spin and gave me a nice bulge in my pants.  I wald out of the joint, once the fricking students turned up the volume.  Study work for the evening came to an abrupt halt. I couldn't attend the swingers party.   The party must have been a real rocker because I spoke with Fantasy only on Sunday.  To make matters worse, she sent me another pic of her panties, post party.  The white mark between legs was evidence of great evening, she was happy to explain.  I reiterated that I want those panties from her.  Unwashed I said.  I did say I was a pervert somewhere, ok? She was ok with the idea - our minds were working in tandem now, from the same gutter.  But how to get it to me she wanted to know?  So I made plans I did.  A discrete meeting, at good ole mugg and bean at the new market mall.  Check it out.   So, it was a daytime meet.  I was working from home and she was a freelancer.  Photographer, remember?  Try and keep up there in the back of the class. I was there first, nice and early to scout out a good table.  All discrete tables were taken.  Was this a convention of adulterers??  I sat down, relaxed texted her for choice of coffee.  She was spot on time.  Nice start when she walked in and I saw her the first time.  Dressed in beige pants and a colourful blouse, shortish blonde her,  I got up to meet her.  we had a hug and a full kiss on mouth kiss.  Brief as it was our lips did a little wet lingering dance.  A moment alter and there would have been tongue too.  In mugg and bean...  Down boy.  Down! At the table.  She sat down, and our coffees arrived.  She reached nto her handbag and brought something out in her clenched fist.  Something black, something lacy.  It was her panties from Friday.  She handed it to me and without thinking it went stright to my laptop bag.  Later I would noticed the white marks on the crotch.  I asked her if it was what I thought and she confirmed.  Her cum. I carried that delicious trophy in my bag for the next 2 weeks. This is the moment.  She turned to me and said 'this is the moment you give me a kiss!'.  And we exchanged a passionate, lingering, tongue-filled kiss right there.  We drank some more coffee.  Then  ' This is the point where you put your hand on my leg.'  Move it up!  More!  I touched her crotch.  Electric. This is the moment you feel my breast.  Risky stuff.  I put my right hand just below her left breast.  I wanted to do much more, but M&B. Walking to the car.  I think we had as much as we could take at this stage.  So we departed, she wanted to go to the ladies, I may have forgotten to pay.  Who cares? I waited in the walkway for her.  With hard-on,  ever tried looking cool with boner in a shopping center-around lunch time?  Of course you have.  Getting to the car I found more good manners, from nowhere in particular and I opened the door for her.  My car of course.  Parked right at the main entrance of a busy mall.  Good thinking you horny bastard. Seeing her naked. It took my fantasy lady as long as it took me from her side of the car to mine,  opening the door and getting in, to go completely naked.  I kid you not - it is no  lie. Onbce inside she turned my way and hoisted her feet to meet her bum cheeks.  I was flabbergasted.  A wet dream just happened.  A tall fella in a car and cunnilingus ie munching here very wet jewel, are not compatible.  As always in these circumstances  I still managed to contort myself by sheer willpowert to get a very eager tongue on her clit all the while playing with my straining cock.  This worked for a while one hand reached her clit, she had a hand on my head.  The one with hair!  She manipulated my head to reach recesses as she wanted.  What a lady!  Then her hand was on my shaft, thumb stroking my wet cockhead.  How much can one fella endure?  After this she managed to fold double and sink my cock into her mouth.  I didn't climax, but I am convinced she had to swallow twice on a load of precum. Now here's the deal.  While all this was going on, a carguard was standing patiently behind somewhere.  Even though my car had tinted windows, shoppers were passing in front of us, only meters away...  Some of them must have has an eyefull.  While I had one eye on the pavement and passersby, ms fantasy couldn't be bothered either way.  My kinda girl.  I half expected to see a lady with a full trolley of goodies shout scream and or pass-out.  Nothing.  Next time Ill try harder and be more obvious! Getting dressed in a car is as tricky as getting undressed.  Try it. Unless ofcourse you're a short shit. We parted ways, spoke a lot but never met again.