Simon was lost in the moment as he kissed April.  His tongue slipped into her mouth and caressed April's as he pushed onwards.  Simon could smell the scent of the shampoo in her hair and it only added to the melange that defined April.  He let his fingers get caught in her silken tresses as he gently massaged the feel of them into his memory.  April tasted sweet like a ripe June strawberry dipped in cream, which did not surprise the only cogent thoughts in Simon's head that were not busy letting feelings of arousal batter them into submission.<br/><br/>His hands had slipped downwards and hiked her dress up a bit and began to massage April's barely clad buttocks.  From the front, Simon ground his groin against hers with urgent vigor as he hardened and grew excited; his mind not thinking straight enough to remove the barriers between their union.  Simon wanted so badly to take her right there and then, but then the rational part of him came out of its lust-fogged stupor to slap him upside the head.  The moment had gone on too long and her husband would be concerned.  Reluctantly, Simon drew back from April, his tongue bumping against hers one last time before leaving the moist cavern.<br/><br/>Simon was breathing hard and he fought to slow and steady his breath.  It was a good thing that he hadn't gone so far otherwise Simon knew that they would have most definitely caught in flagrante delicto and would be pulled from each other forever.  Tenderly, he daubed the sweat from April's brow and face and help pull down and straightened her dress, although not before letting a inquisitive finger slip past her dampened panties to gently tickle her lips.  Feeling a bead of her fluids adhere to his finger, Simon smiled and presented April with the wet finger before slipping it into her mouth.<br/><br/>"You are so very much wasted on your husband, April.  But still let's get you to the ladies' room so you can look more presentable to him.  Oh, by the way..."  Simon opened her purse and drew out his gift from his jacket before slipping it into her purse.  "Happy anniversary, my love.  Consider it a gift from me.  Open it later when you're alone."  Then with casual grace, Simon walked with her back to the ladies' room so she could freshen up, while waiting outside.