... as i sat with my colleagues enjoying my drink my eyes kept drifting back to the bar where he was stood, meeting my eyes each time I looked. Half listening to the conversation going on at the table, i was more distracted by the feelings going on within my nickers, my hard clit still throbbing after the earlier probing. I mulled over the options... sit with my colleagues for the rest of the evening, leave early and go home alone, or see what happens next with this man. 'Sod it' I thought, and made my excuses and left the table to go home. As I made my way towards the door I turned to look at him and discreetly gestured to him to follow. Luckily he was watching me as I'd made to leave, and promptly finished his drink and headed for the door. I briefly paused outside, and as he came through the door I held his arm and led him round the corner to where the Pubs delivery van was parked. We pushed round behind it, not a tight squeeze but certainly cosy. We looked each other in the eye, and i nervously waited to see what he would do. But before he could start doing anything i found myself rubbing his crotch, his cock semi hard. I undid his belt and unzipped his trousers, pulling his boxers down enough to release his cock which sprang out...