It’s our first date and even as you try to hide it, I could see the nervousness behind your eyes. Given the situation, it’s completely understandable since this is the first time you’re agreeing to meet with a complete stranger you’ve only talked to several times through an online forum. In fact, I’ve never so much as shown you even a single photo of my face prior to the meeting and had to text you the seat of our table. We sat at the corner, which I purposely requested for when making the reservations, of the 3-star Michelin French cuisine. The rising moon backdropped nicely against the long table drapes, the burning candles, and your slim figure dressed in a light colored button-up and a business skirt over your bare legs. An anxious smile forms across your face as you glance down, unable to maintain eye contact, onto the menu. I produce a bright grin and continue our conversation from where we left off through text, talking as if we were best of friends. Your eyes light up and your laughs spilled across the room as my jokes hit every cord. Of course, I would never have chosen a target who didn’t have my sense of humor and in that way, you were the perfect one. Our date continues delightfully as our orders were taken and drinks were brought, I’ll needed you a little looser than normal if I wanted my way tonight. Even as you claim to be a rare drinker, you down half your cocktail by the time appetizers arrive.
Slowly, keeping my eyes on you, I remove my right shoe and give your opposing leg the faintest touch from the sole of my feet. Your slight glance and smile tells me everything I needed to know. I press against your leg more firmly, sliding my sole up and down, gauging your reaction some more, before moving to your inner thigh. You continue our conversation without a hitch, as if nothing’s happening and my grin grows wider, almost into a smirk. I quickly called the waiter to grab you another drink, your old glass clearly empty, before returning back to my work. My feet rubs harder against your thighs, with your legs now clearly spreading apart as your skirt sliding higher. Taking a dive, I slowly move my feet towards your crotch and press my toe against your clit, all the while continuing to reading your face. Our conversation has since stopped and you can only keep your eyes glanced down towards the table in embarrassment but you make no request for me to stop. I shift my leg closer so that my toes are now pressing against your cunt then I begin thrusting my feet, as if trying to penetrate through your underwear. You let out a small gasp and, to my surprise, reposition yourself to begin grinding against my feet, using the chair handles as leverage. I can already begin feeling the spots of moisture forming on your bare panties. The main course arrives and our waiter stands there explaining the mains in detail, all the while you’re thrusting your hips and grinding your pussy against my feet under the table. As our waiter finishes his explanation and smiles for us to enjoy, your body freezes up, your hands grip the chair handles harder and you press your clit even harder against my toe, holding on for a few seconds before releasing and slouching back down into your chair. The moist spot on your underwear is now soaking, your natural fluids secreting all over the seat. “You fucking slut.” I whispered harshly. You couldn’t even look at me in the eye, the shame mounting from the fact that you climaxed in front of our waiter. Reveling in pleasure of the night going perfectly, I push to move onto the next step.
Grabbing the spoon casually, I drop it under the table before looking at you and asking for your assistance to pick it up. You stare back, hesitation across your face, unsure of what you should do. “Go on you slut.” I commanded, “Go and pick up my spoon.” You relented and, when no one was looking, slid right under the table, the long drapes completely covering your body. You slowly crawl across the floor before pulling yourself up to my knees and right in front of my exposed cock. Your small hands wraps around my member and you begin jerking me off with an intense vigor while placing your tongue against my tip. Enjoying the pleasure, I start devouring my main course, the classic duck confit, but, of course, it won’t satiate my desire of devouring something else. You now take my whole head in your mouth, your tongue swirling around the top of the shaft before swallowing half my cock. Taking it to the next level, you begin sucking with a strong intensity, your vacuum blowjob taking every drop of juice my cock produces. Next, you slowly take me to my base, your warm throat gripping onto my throbbing dick and then, with your lips close enough to kiss my balls, you extend your tongue to caress it. The heavenly feeling of hitting the back of your throat while simultaneously having my balls massaged with your tongue was interrupted as the waiter passed by, enquiring about your absence. Maybe it was the surprise of hearing someone so close by but you instinctively try to retract to let go of the deepthroat, however I lay my hand firmly against your head in anticipation, holding you in place with my cock deep in your mouth causing you to nearly gag if not for your self-control. I go on to explain to the waiter that you were feeling unwell, had excused yourself to the restroom, and that you will no longer be needing the dinner that you ordered. After all, why would you need the dinner if you were already devouring your main meal of the night? Finally, I let go of my hand as the waiter walks away and you immediately release my cock from your mouth, trying to stifle coughs as my juices drip down from your tongue, making a mess of the floor. After a short breath, you return to my shaft, stroking it while slurping at the head, bringing me ever closer to the edge. You begin kissing it softly, all around the edges of the shaft and the balls with teasing licks against my tip just to stop the precum from leaking, all the while continuing to stroke me. You start feeling the sensation of my cock throbbing in your hands, the pulsing rhythm growing faster and faster. You pick up the pace, taking me deep in your mouth again, hitting my cock against the back of your throat while using your hands in a circular thrusting motion. My hips begin to move on their own, trying to plunge myself deeper in your mouth-hole as the pleasure begins to mount past my breaking point. Grabbing your hair with one hand, I guide your head as if it were an inanimate fuck-toy, using you to bring myself to climax. In a sudden burst, you feel the hot liquids flooding through your mouth, the thick and viscous load sticks to your tongue as it continues to flow in for several seconds before finally stopping. Swirling the cum around your mouth, you make sure to grab every drop onto your tongue before swallowing the full load in one gulp. Looking at my cock, now half limp, you give it a small, cleaning lick-up before crawling back towards your side of the table and back on the seat. I give you a glance and a knowing smile before pointing my index finger towards the right side of your lips, indicating the leftover evidence of our naughty play. Taking my meaning, you quickly wipe it off with your own finger before placing it in your mouth and lewdly sucking it in a slow manner and then downing the remainder of your drink.
Calling the waiter, I quickly grab the check and then walk us back to my car. The ride back to your place lasted in silence other than the music in the background. Now that you’ve sobered up a bit, you find yourself in shock and embarrassment that you did something like this in public and, no less, with a stranger. But it was exhilarating. Even now, you can still feel yourself getting wetter just at the thought of what happened and it’s taking all your self-control not to masturbate in front of me. Upon arriving at your condo complex, you sit there in your seat unsure of what to do; your body is begging you to invite me up but your pride won’t allow it. Not wanting to make it too easy, I give you a push towards the latter, “We’ve arrived, why don’t you go home and get some rest.” For a brief second, disappointment shows on your face but you quickly hide it, replacing it with a tired smile. As you step out of the car and get ready to close the door, I lean across the seat to stop you, “Call me when you want more.”, I said, as if giving you a command. Before giving you a chance to reply, I shut the door and drive off, with your silhouette lingering on my mirror in the night. Lost in thought, you stand there motionlessly, with your mind constantly racing back to the dinner and replaying certain scenes in your head. Unsure of how long you were even standing there for, your daydreaming gets interrupted as a taxi pulls up to the complex, likely looking for passengers to pick up. You decide to head up, turning around to go inside, and as you do, you finally notice your soaking panties with drops of your wet juice sliding down your thighs and the small puddle that’s formed right under your feet. Guess you might need that call sooner rather than later.
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