Danielle emerged from the elevator and walked to the receptionist’s desk. Rebecca. Cute name for a cute girl, Danielle thought. It was approaching the lunch hour in the middle of the week. Fluorescent bulbs buzzed in a recessed panel ceiling. The office screamed boredom.
“I’m here to see Marc,” she said. He emerged a moment later and smiled as soon as he saw her.
“Dani!” he said. “I’ve been watching the clock all day.”
“Happy birthday!” said Danielle, and smiled back. “Where should we go for lunch?”
They picked an Italian restaurant they knew would be mostly empty. The host, who also turned out to be the waiter, seated them at a booth. They were otherwise alone.
“Do you think he’s the chef, too?” Danielle asked.
“And the owner,” said Marc. “They must be packed at night because they can’t be bringing in more than fifty bucks at lunch.”
They talked and ate at a leisurely pace. Danielle thought about the rest of her plans for Marc’s birthday and felt butterflies at what was next. She pulled lightly at her bra strap, pretending like it was an absent-minded action but trying to get Marc’s attention where she wanted it.
Marc looked sharp even dressed in conservative office attire. She always liked it when he was still wearing his dress shirt and slacks when she got home after work. He looked professional, smart, sexy, exactly as he looked now across the table. It made her want to unbutton his shirt and feel his chest against her. She felt flirty, which emboldened her for the next phase.
“I think our waiter forgot about us,” said Marc. “Must have needed to do the taxes or something.”
Danielle looked at Marc and felt another rush of thrill in her stomach. She unbuttoned one, then two buttons of her blouse, pulled it lower and more open, and traced the tops of her breasts and her cleavage with one finger. “How late will you be working tonight?” she asked, then added, “It’s your birthday.”
“Damn,” said Marc. He followed her finger across her breasts with his eyes. “I have a couple of meetings this afternoon, but I’ll see if I can get out of them.”
“Well, I only had to work a half day today, so I’m free whenever you are. You wanna play with these, right?” She squeezed her breasts in each hand.
“I wanna play with all of you,” Marc said.
Danielle looked around. Still no waiter. Before she could change her mind, she undid two more buttons and pulled her bra aside to flash her tits. She bounced them a couple of times and pulled at her nipples. She saw Marc’s jaw go slack, heard his breathing intensify. It made her hot to flash her boobs in public like this, where someone might walk in any second. She loved that she still had this effect on him even though he had seen her naked a thousand times before.
Marc slid around to Danielle’s side of the table and kissed her, fondling her breast with one hand. She opened his shirt and ran her hands across his skin. It was awkward in the booth, and they groped at each other like horny high school kids in the back seat of a car. He squeezed her nipples lightly, and she felt his hardness between his thighs. She opened her legs in invitation. He moved his hand to her legs and slid it up her skirt until he found her already wet panties. He pushed them aside and stroked her clit, then slid a finger inside her pussy. She pushed her pelvis forward to meet his touch and swayed with his strokes.
“Ooh, right there,” she whispered. “I love it when you touch me.”
“What if we get caught?” he asked.
The thought excited Danielle, and she grinded against Marc’s fingers. She clutched at the back of the bench for better leverage, lifted her hips to a new angle so that his fingers could slide in just a little deeper. Bent over, he could now hook an inserted finger against her g-spot while he caressed her clit with his other hand, and he stroked both spots in response to her gyrations.
“Ooh, don’t stop… please… don’t stop,” she begged.
“Can you cum for me, baby?” he asked. “Right here in the restaurant where someone might walk by any second? Can you cum if I keep finger fucking you?”
She tried to encourage him without moaning too loudly and wriggled at his touch. She opened her eyes and looked around, saw no one, and started to grind with intense purpose against his eager fingers. “I wanna cum,” she whispered, barely able to keep her voice low. “Right there, yes, on my clit! You know how I like it! Oh!” She closed her legs tight with his hands still between, caught her breath, and trembled in a fluttering orgasm, loving the sensation of pressure against and inside her pussy. He kept his fingers in place to let her grind against them at her will, which she did, drawing out her pleasure as long as it would last.
Finally, she sat back with a sigh, content, and Marc disentangled himself and kissed her, his tongue pressed against hers. “Let’s go,” he said. He stood and dropped some cash on the table, then helped her to her feet after she was minimally covered. “Leave a button or two undone. If you want, I mean.”
Danielle looked at him coyly. They waved to the host/waiter/chef, who was carrying boxes on the opposite side of the restaurant. Danielle wondered if he had gotten a peek, but couldn’t read his face from a distance.
Marc could barely keep his hands off Danielle as she drove back to his office, and he kissed her and grabbed at her ass in the few seconds they had alone in the elevator.
“I’m going to powder my nose,” said Danielle in the lobby.
“Okay,” said Marc. She could tell that letting go of her took every force of his will. “Have Rebecca buzz you through to my office. I’ll need a few minutes to clear my afternoon calendar.”
They parted and Danielle closed and locked the bathroom door. She straightened her disheveled appearance but left a button open as Marc had asked. She removed her wet panties and tossed them in her bag, then pulled out lube and a jeweled butt plug. She applied lube to the plug, lifted her skirt, slid the plug into place, and checked the reflection of her now plugged ass. The plug sparkled and her pussy lips peeked out between her thighs when she bent forward, a combined view that she knew would send Marc to the moon. She dropped the hem of her skirt and considered her reflection once more.
“Here we go,” she said, and left for the lobby.
– Part II forthcoming
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/kfe7m3/a_birthday_surprise_from_danielle_mf_part_1
Hehe loving this