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By *rincipessa OP Woman
over a year ago
your wildest dreams, |
Here we were two strangers forced to share the last table if we wanted to eat before breakfast stopped being served. It was clear from the start that there was an attraction. It was obvious by both the way we looked at one another and the way that we avoided one another’s gaze. The waiter came across and asked if we’d like cooked breakfast. You looked and gestured to me, no words, just that open palm inviting me to go first. I smiled my gratitude and glanced the menu before turning to the waiter.
“Pancakes with pancetta and maple syrup please”
“And for me too, can you bring extra maple syrup as well please?”
Oh that voice, I wasn’t expecting that. Smooth like maple syrup and immediately had me sticky like maple syrup.
I looked up at you and saw you raise an eyebrow to me as you raised your cup of coffee. My stomach flipped, my heart missed a couple of beats, why did I feel 15 all of a sudden? How had you done this to me by ordering your breakfast, a stranger?
We sat in silence, but now you looked at me, boldly stretching your legs under the table , not pulling away when they touched mine, but daring me to move mine. Heart beating faster I brazened it out and stared you back, slipped my foot from my shoe and slid it along your leg up the inside of your thigh. As I got right to the top and started to squeeze at your balls you smiled, just a little and took hold of my foot under the table. I looked and allowed a coy smile, bit my lip as your hand started to caress my foot, my ankle and as far up my calf as you could reach. Your featherlight touch was slow, purposeful and filled with eroticism. My breathing was heavy, laboured and my eyes closed.
The sound of the plates being laid before us brought me crashing back to earth. My eyes sprang open and I pulled my foot away. Looked back down at the table at the plate in front of me. Light, fluffy pancakes with crispy pancetta and lovely glossy syrup covered the plate. An automatic reaction, I couldn’t help myself, I dipped my finger into the syrup then stopped. Suddenly I realised where I was, I looked up and you were watching me, smiling at me. I smiled back, scooped up the syrup and without breaking the eye contact we had, I started to lick the syrup from my fingers. Not caring that some was dripping to my chin. I sucked at my fingers till they were clean, then you leaned across and wiped the drips and fed them back to me. When I’d licked them from your finger I stayed where I was, leant in close, my mouth slightly open inviting you to feed me more. Oblivious to the others in there you continued to feed me, letting me suck deep on your fingers each time, knowing each time, I was imagining what it would be like sucking your cock.
We tore at the pancakes on each other’s plates and poured more syrup over each piece, feeding one another, sucking and licking the excess syrup till the plates were empty. When all the food was gone I looked around and noticed we were the only people left in there too. The staff had left us to it, breakfast service was well and truly over. I looked at my watch and you looked at yours too, I gave you that look that said I was late and we both got up without saying a word. We walked in silence to the lifts and waited, both looking at the ground, the walls, anywhere but each other. The doors opened and we stepped inside. You pressed for your floor and I pressed for mine our hands brushing for one last time, our eyes meeting for one last time. You wiped some syrup from my chin as the doors opened, I left and you sucked long and hard on your fingers as the door closed on the best breakfast ever. |
