Dinner With Daddy [M] [F] [Public] [Exhibitionism] [Fingering] [DaddyDom]

You shift in your seat as you look to wave down the waitress and I steal a glance down to your lap where a large bulge has become quite prominent. I feel my face grow warm instantly and hurriedly look back up to meet your gaze.

“Are you alright?” You ask with a knowing smirk. “You look a little flushed.”

“Do I? Must just be a little warm.” I reply, staring intently down at the menu in front of me.

You adjust in your seat again and I glance back over, quickly, but not quick enough.

“I see…” you begin, “are you having a bit of trouble concentrating on the menu, love? It seems to be taking you an awful long time to decide what you want.”

I lie. “Nope. Just lots of options is all.” My face grows hotter as I feel your gaze trained on me. I reach for my water glass, desperately trying to cool myself down.

“So….then you’re not thinking about my hard cock?”

I choke on my water and sputter out, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“No?”

I shake my head, no longer trusting myself to speak.

You let out a dark chuckle and move to slide into the booth next to me. My breath catches in my throat as I feel your hand grasp mine and press it to the bulge in your slacks. You take your other hand and begin to caress the top of my thigh.

“No thoughts about my hands on you? Slowly wandering over every inch of that perfect body of yours…”

Your hand slides up under my dress and you run one teasing finger over my panties.

“So wet already…you’ve been fantasizing about me all night, haven’t you? Such a naughty girl.” You growl into my ear.

A shaky breath escapes as you apply more pressure between my legs, teasingly rubbing just over where I want you most.

“What if someone sees?” I manage to whisper.

“Mmm….what if they do, indeed?”

I let out a tiny whimper when your hand slides up under the hem of my panties as you begin to rub slow circles around my clit.

‘Two can play at that game.’ I think to myself, and begin to palm you over your pants. I hear a slight hitch in your breath and smile a bit to myself.

“Are you sure you want to play this game, baby girl?”

I do my best to flash you a coy smile, which I instantly regret when you thrust two fingers into me, curling them up just right.

“Fuck!” I gasp, a bit too loud.

“Shhh shhh shhh….be quiet baby girl….you wouldn’t want someone to hear us now, would you?” You whisper, giving my earlobe a little nibble before pulling away.

My head drops back onto the headrest of the seat and my eyes flutter closed as you continue your movements under the table, my game forgotten the second you were inside me.

Your palm rubs against my clit while your fingers hit my g-spot with every thrust.

“Shit…I’m close…” I say, doing my best to stifle a moan threatening to escape with speech.

And just like that you remove your hand, move back to the other side of the booth, and lick your fingers, giving me a wink.

“What the…” I start.

“Now now….you didn’t think I would let you off that easy, did you? No I’ve got much more in store for you tonight. I’m going to show you what it really means to have a Daddy.”

The waiter walks up to take our orders and the moment has passed. I squirm in my seat a bit while you tell the waiter what you’d like, as if nothing happened. As if you hadn’t just brought me to the brink of orgasm only to deny me what I wanted most.

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