One Click Chicks Forum - Nipple Pokies and more in a Cafe

I used to blog my exploits, with pictures, just a few short years ago. In https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/showthread.php?t=116386 I mentioned that we opened a second office in Manchester, near the centre.

For the first few months I was running the Manchester office on my own, travelling up on Monday, and back on Friday, wrestling with all the problems of running two offices, a home, and three children. I used to blog about it. Sitting on my own in the Manchester office sometimes drove me up the wall, and so I used to carry my little laptop to a nearby cafe and sit there working, for a bit of company. I also mentioned that in my blogs.

On my blog I had several regular commenters, one of whom called himself 'Lord Lucan'.

I was sitting at my favourite table in the cafe, having coffee and croissant and working on my laptop. A shadow was cast over my table and a man was standing there. About 5' 10” tall, middle-aged, expensive suit and shoes. Brown hair and quite handsome in a rugged, facially-lined way. He gave a smile to charm the knickers off most women and said “I use the internet name of Lord Lucan. I followed some clues, found you here, and I believe I know your screen name. May I buy you a coffee and chat for a few minutes please?”

“Well, bugger me. What do I do now?” Was my first reaction. “Safety?” I thought, then realised it was a popular cafe, and by now I was well-known to the staff. I looked up at him, I knew my face was red “A cappucino would be nice, thank you” I smiled.

He returned with the coffee and immediately told me he was a fan, not a stalker, but as he worked in the centre of Manchester he felt sure he would be able to track me down, hopefully just to chat for a few minutes. If I did not want to talk he would leave and I would not see him again. My thoughts were “This man knows stuff about me from my blog, he has also seen pictures, and short clips, of everything I have got. He's now standing opposite me, and knows exactly what I look like naked.” I suggested we gave it a couple of minutes, and see how it turned out. He smiled, thanked me and sat down opposite.

I nearly always dress so that my nipples are either visible through the clothing, sticking out as far as possible (pokies!) - usually both. That day was no different. He asked if he could look at my nipples. I nodded. He stared at my tits! I immediately started laughing and told him that he certainly wasn't shy. He said he had been to this cafe looking for me a number of times. He had asked in the cafe previously if a woman, approaching middle-age used the cafe regularly, typing away on (what was then) a very small laptop and the staff had said yes. We started chatting quite easily. A lovely man, turned out he was a solicitor working only about 100 yards from the cafe and about 200 yards from my office.

I was sitting there feeling absolutely thrilled that this man had tracked me down, and also rather worried that I had published sufficient clues for him to do so. I kept reminding myself he knew about so many of my exploits and knew exactly what I looked like undressed, which added tremendously to the thrill.

We got on really well. He said he was married, with two young children. We then met once a month for several months for a coffee. Lord Lucan was a true gentleman.

Using the line “I can't believe they are real” prompted him to ask if could give me a nipple tweak; to which I agreed. He seemed to enjoy that, and I certainly did! He said that the combination of bra and t shirt below was his favourite, so I wore it each time we met. I also progressed to wearing wrap skirts and having brief 'wardrobe malfunctions' in the coffee shop, showing him stocking tops and occasionally a knicker flash. Lord Lucan now usually sitting beside me rather than opposite me.

He took a few photos, and true to his promise I have never seen them on the internet. He emailed me one day, after 5 or 6 of our monthly meetings to say he was moving to a better paid job in the South of England. We had a final meet. I wore the white T shirt with the pink of my nipples showing through it and a wrap skirt with suspender belt and stockings. As I left my office I took off my knickers and popped them in my handbag. It was rather a sad last coffee meeting for us both. Sitting next to him I whispered that I had a surprise for him and I hoped he liked it. I told him to watch as I leant over and down to the side to rummage in my handbag on the floor. My knees splayed out, the wrap skirt opened and I glanced up to make sure I was showing everything. His eyes were out on stalks.

I sat back up, and gathered my handbag and laptop. I leant over to kiss him before I left, meaning just a swift meeting of lips. It lasted a little longer than I planned. I leant back in my chair. We both smiled and I leant forward again for another longer kiss, putting my left hand on his cock which I gently stroked and massaged while we kissed.

The first time I have touched another cock outside of my marriage. It was wonderful!