Author: seamusthelameass

The waiter comes by, takes our orders. We’re sitting there nicely, my hand on your knee while we talk about our days. You shift your legs slightly, opening them just enough for me to notice. I start to slowly slide my hand up your leg, secretly, nobody around can see. I lean over and whisper to you “I’m going to make you cum right here” – you let out a little moan, shocked I’m talking to you like that in public.

My hand goes up higher, sliding all the way up your inner thigh. You shift slightly, moving your body enough so I can move your panties to the side. I touch you, your voice sounded surprised I wanted to make you cum but by how wet you are already I can tell it’s what you wanted.

I start slowly, one finger lightly tracing the edge of you, it becoming easier and easier to speed up as you get wetter and wetter. I circle your clit, then slide one finger as deep into you as I can. You squeal a little in surprise but you’re hiding it well so far. Read more »

The waiter comes by, takes our orders. We’re sitting there nicely, my hand on your knee while we talk about our days. You shift your legs slightly, opening them just enough for me to notice. I start to slowly slide my hand up your leg, secretly, nobody around can see. I lean over and whisper to you “I’m going to make you cum right here” – you let out a little moan, shocked I’m talking to you like that in public.

My hand goes up higher, sliding all the way up your inner thigh. You shift slightly, moving your body enough so I can move your panties to the side. I touch you, your voice sounded surprised I wanted to make you cum but by how wet you are already I can tell it’s what you wanted.

I start slowly, one finger lightly tracing the edge of you, it becoming easier and easier to speed up as you get wetter and wetter. I circle your clit, then slide one finger as deep into you as I can. You squeal a little in surprise but you’re hiding it well so far. Read more »

I walk in the front door, the front of me still dripping after what you did to me in the car, I can still feel a slight pulse as the throbbing starts to get slower and slower. For some reason though, it’s not completely going away. Where usually I’d be content with what you just did, tonight I just want more.

I see you there, dress hitched up leaning over the couch. Turning your hips side to side, toying with me. I walk up slowly, knowing full well what you want me to do to you, but I’m in charge. I lean down to you, running my tongue not exactly where you expected, you let out a little sigh of surprise, but don’t turn away. My fingers start to slide into you, by now I can already see you running down your inner thigh. My tongue stays where it is, lightly circling and applying pressure. You know what I want, and I know that you want to give it to me. Read more »