You order drinks for us, of course you get mine right without asking. Your right hand never leaves my thigh, alternating between softly tracing circles as we chat nonchalantly and then squeezing when I make you laugh. We sip our drinks and gaze at each other, the weight of our desires conveyed thru our eyes.
It’s about halfway thru our second round when you stare at my thighs primly pressed together and the question falls from your lips and ends with a slight growl.
“Are you wearing panties under that pretty dress?” My pussy twitches as if she wants to directly answer your query. My back is half way turned to the rest of the patio, a thrill rushes down my spine and as I part my thighs just an inch that thrill your voice elicits slips out and I feel the air caress a now damp spot on my inner thigh.
“There’s nothing hindering you from finding out.” I run my finger tips up your big hand on my thigh and twitch the hem of my dress, while I stare up into your eyes that have gone from flirtatious to intense as my invitation drifts from your ears to your brain. That swift moment of change and the air around us shifts. Electrifying that comforting touch on my thigh and goose flesh raises and I swear even your smell changes. Something darker and more primal slides between us taunting us to continue.
Your eyes don’t leave mine, there’s no flickering to check our surroundings, there’s no hesitation, your hand travels up wards and slips under my dress. I hold your gaze as you cup me and slip a finger inside me. I bite my lip and feel my pussy welcome you with her special grip and pulse. She rolls out the welcome mat and the whole world ceases to exist. Just your finger and my cunt saying hello.
I faintly hear our waitress asks us if we want to order food and you curl your finger hitting my gspot and pressing hard.
“Would you like something to eat little one?” You ask, maintaining pressure on my spot.
“I could eat a horse.” I whisper. Chuckling and continuing to curl that finger you order some finger food for us. I wonder absently how close she was, and if she knew. Reading my thoughts you withdraw your finger and bring it to your lips.
“No she didn’t see, but I do wonder if she could smell your sweet pussy dripping for me.” You place your finger in your mouth and close your eyes, breaking eye contact and I sigh as I’m entranced by your mouth. I lean over and place my hand on your cheek as I hover my lips just outside yours, begging you to meet mine. Our lips meet and I lick myself from your tongue. We gently fall away from each other, your eyes are glazed with lust I wonder if mine match. I certainly feel glazed over as I lean back in my chair with my legs open. Your eyes travel downwards and I wonder if you can see her hunger. Your eyes get darker as you slip your hand back in place, you trace my slit and tease my clit with slow circles and then you pinch it. The pinch makes my breath hitch and some sort of sound escapes my lips. Releasing my clit you plunge two fingers in and hold still. That damn little waitress is coming, you don’t withdraw you just glance away as she sets down a plate. You smile sweetly and say thanks.
I’m clenching around your fingers, the urge to buck my hips into your palm a heavy weight at war with the very public place. With your other hand you take a piece of food and offer it to me. I open my mouth with a sigh and you slip the food inside. As I close my mouth you curl your fingers and hold the pressure. Your eyes are taunting me and the thrill is incredible. I’m being fingered and fed by these gorgeous hands and without warning I cum softly closing my eyes, chewing the food, and I hear a moan. Was that me or him? I can’t tell.
The empty feeling alerts me to open my eyes, I swallow the food and hear you growl out, “You didn’t ask permission, you’ll have to pay for that later.”
My breath hitches as my eyes snap wide open. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it” I feel my pussy go cold. She always does this, the merest hint of disappointment and she makes like a winter desert, cold and dry in an instant. Alternatively I feel my face heating up and a flush spreading down my cheeks and neck, my eyes casting downward. Without warning you plunge back in, three fingers and it hurts this time. You lean over and whisper in my ear, “I’m going to enjoy punishing you” and just like that my pussy gushes it’s own apology. I take a breath as if I’d forgotten to for a spell and grind into your palm as I whisper back. “Please do.”
You curl your fingers again hitting that spot hard and I know it’s not going to take long before I embarrass myself again. I choke out, “please may I cum?”
“No” your fingers stop moving and you move your head away as your fingers stay still. I hear you address that overly attentive girl with a chuckle. “One more round of drinks and you can bring the bill. We’re just about done here.”
Your fingers start moving again and you stare into my eyes, that lustful intensity gleaming behind your smirk as you part your lips as if to speak but nothing comes out. Your fingers are moving swift and strong and I groan softly and buck slightly in my chair.
“Cum” and I do but this time it isn’t soft, it’s intense and I squirt right there at the table. I’m mortified and oh so turned on but your lips have covered my mouth and you swallow my cry. I slump forward into your chest and breath your scent. There’s no cloying cologne, just your manly smell flooding my nostrils. I swear I can smell your lust as I come back down towards earth, it keeps me hovering just above the ground.
I tilt my head to the side and look up at you. You smile this special smile as you say, “I only have one question” you stroke my face as I reply, “what’s that?”
“Are you coming home with me tonight?” I reach my hand between us and grip your cock through your jeans. “You drive, I’ll be busy saying thank you to your cock.”
We pay our bill and you make me walk out taking the long way through the various tables. I wonder how many of them saw my wet dress and if any of them recognized the smell of my lust for this man. I’m embarrassed but that just makes the hunger worse. I look up at you as we near your truck your face is half in shadows but I can see the desire… you open the door and give me a boost spinning to face you standing in the door. You shove my dress up around my waist and just stare. It feels like an eternity with your gaze locked on. You lean down and shove your face in my pussy, you lick once up the seam and then bite my clit. I shudder and non coherent words fall from my lips. I start to cum and plead “please may I cum?” You suck harder and thrust two fingers back in, hard and fast. I can’t hold it, not like this… it isn’t fair… in going to cum. “Pleassseeeeeeeee” the only answer I receive is you going harder and then I’m splashing your face and my soul leaves my body…
“That is just too much fun little one. You just can’t help yourself and now I get to punish you twice. It’s gonna be a fun ride home.”
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