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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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One of our bucket list challenges was to do something sexual naughty in public in a restaurant.
We chose one of the restaurants in the tallest building in the uk. (I’m sure you can guess which building I’m referring to!).
We had planned to meet up at the restaurant after our work on a Friday evening. I had known though that it was going to be a tough day for us both. So I tried to put a little forethought into it and dressed especially for a fun night.
All day I'd been wearing a white blouse that was almost transparent along with a loose skirt, thigh high boots and a lace thong. It was a button down blouse, so right after my last meeting of the day, before I left the office and jumped on the underground train service, I unbuttoned a few extra buttons down, just enough so to subtly show the lack of a bra, if you looked closely.
Mr B was already waiting when I arrived at the restaurant and I enjoyed the look of pleasure in his eyes when he realised my little cheeky gesture. It was obvious we were still both a bit tired but I hoped to change that soon.
I requested to the hostess if she could seat us in a booth. That was when the first look of surprise crossed my husband’s face. The second was when I urged him to slide in beside me.
I told him that I just needed to be near him tonight as he sat down. He smiled and pushed a curl of hair over my ear as he kissed the corner of my mouth. He’s familiar sexy scent washed over me and I felt stirrings of both comfort and anticipation.
We settled in, ordering a delightful red wine and some steaks, all the while chatting lightly. Both of us just decompressing and starting to relax as the wine glasses were refilled once and again when the meal was served.
As we drink, chat and receive our entrees.. I checked out the restaurant, filling quickly with many people for the dinner rush. And while we were towards the back, we were in full view of other patrons if they looked at us. I took a deep breath and, waiting until he finished his sentence, I linked my hand with he’s, then pulled it from the table down to my thigh.
I leaned over and whispered in his ear for him to touch me. I licked his earlobe as my hand moved his down over my knee to the edge of my skirt. Then I pull his hand back up, pulling the skirt up with it and revealing my thigh high stockings.
I feel the rush of cool air on my exposed thigh as goosebumps form. I picked up my wine glass as I pulled his palm in between my thighs, so he could feel the heat from my pussy through my damp thong. He’s eyes closed for a moment then opened, piercing me with a heated gaze. He’s eyes dart around as if checking for a voyeur. I shook my head slightly and winked at him and his eyes seemed to get hotter.
He’s fingers rubbed and pressed the thin piece of string material over my clit and between my pussy lips. I swallowed a sip of wine as well as a moan, trying to remain calm on the surface. Putting the glass down I catch my breath and turn my head whispering if I should get them off. He nodded with a smirk and instead of leaving the table, I reached down, pushing the edges of my thong down surreptitiously over my ass, shimmying a little as they drop down my legs to my heels.
I reached down slightly and come back up with my wet thong, pressing it into his lap, hard enough that I could feel the ridge of his hard cock beneath my fingers. I took my fork, pushing food around my plate as I watched him spread them over his crotch and inhale, nostrils flaring. Even I caught a whiff of my own scent and rubbed my thighs together briefly, seeking friction. “I'm so fucking turned on watching you and being exposed”. He said.
Glancing around, I spread my thighs again but even wider apart this time as I took his hand. But he skipped past my hand and reached to stroke my inner thigh. I shivered, wondering if anyone could tell what was happening. Soon his fingers slid up in between the wet lips of my pussy and began to lightly brush my clit in a circular motion. A little squeak escaped me and I pressed my lips together firmly. My clit was throbbing beneath his fingers as he played with the hard nub.
I reach my hand over to his thighs squeezing hard as I felt his long thick fingers slip inside me. I moaned, shifting my hips forward. Our eyes met and he shook his head as one side of his mouth quirked up. I'm was tempted to pout but then his fingers started working deeper inside of me as his palms rubbed over my clit. I felt lust d*unk and dropped my fork to my plate with a loud clatter. My other hand moved to rub up and down the hard outline of his cock. He inhaled sharply and moved his fingers more quickly, thrusting in and out of my wetness as my juices start to flow.
But I couldn’t be bothered for the mess we were making. I lean back and lifted one arm as a shield, I slipped a finger inside the top of my dress, pinching a nipple, trembling from head to toe. My hips jerk back and forth in little movements, trying not to give away that I'm about to have an epic orgasm in public.
The pressure kept building until I feel the waves of pleasure start to crest and push me over the edge. He mouthed the words, “cum for me baby” and a wave takes me under. I squeezed my napkin on top of the table, I squeeze his cock, and I gushed over his fingers. I'm panted quietly, not caring for anything but this all consuming bliss that overtook my body over and over as he continued to finger fuck my pussy roughly.
He looked around again and my eyes darted around the restaurant. He turned back to me with a wink and pulled his fingers from my thighs and lifted them up to wipe them off with a napkin. He sniffed my scent again and I shivered.
Suddenly my fingers are wrestling with his belt and he reached down to help me release it. He undid the button on his trousers as I pulled the zipper down quickly. Part of me wants him to lay me on the table and fuck my brains out but I settle for reaching in his boxers to release his thick hard cock. He pulsed deliciously in my hand as I give him a few hard strokes and squeezes.
I toyed with my wine glass in my my other hand as I meet he’s hooded gaze. My other hand on his cock slowly strokes up over the head, twisting and collecting his precum to ease the glide of my fingers. I lick my lips and begin to tighten my grip just how he likes it and continue to make long strokes up and down his length. I can feel his thighs shaking and his body tensing. He’s cock throbs hotly in my grip and I lean over, whispering “cum for me baby”. I hand him my napkin as his eyes close briefly as he begins to pump spurts of hot cum covering my fingers. I hear a moan escape his lips and glance around.
This time I see a couple glancing our way for more than a few seconds. The man just winks. Glancing back there way I nod discreetly to them and then as my husband reaches down to wipe away the evidence of his release, I lift my fingers to my lips and suck his cum off them quickly. He’s eyes widen and then after a pause we both laugh hard.
After laughing and order another bottle of wine, whilst eating very little of our now cold meal. We both agree that we don’t quite want to end our evening just yet. So, my husband asks me if he should book an Uber to take us home? I tell him to hold that thought for a moment as I may have a better option to get us home. He holds a curious expression, and then it clicks and he knows exactly what I mean. After a brief conversation I put the phone down and tell my husband with a smile “booked! He’s on his way now to pick us up” And as we walk out of the restaurant I asked him how many people guessed what we got up to at the table? He just smiled without saying a word. As, we left the building foyer we spotted our ride home. The driver of our black taxi was a guy who we had met on fabswingers and had developed a good understanding and rapport. We had now been chatting off fabswingers and moved on to a very naughty WhatsApp group chat. As, we got into the back of the taxi and pulled away onto the main roads, and still sexually heightened, I decided that I wasn’t going to waste this opportunity as we headed towards the area where we lived. It was pitch black outside and their was hardly any traffic on the road. So I stripped naked and sat on the back seat with my legs wide apart for the driver to get a good look. My husband didn’t need encouraging and quickly followed suit. The next words out of my mouth took both of them by surprise “driver take us somewhere nice and secluded. I want ass and pussy filled with both your cocks at the same time, and I don’t want either of you to stop fucking my holes until they are full of you cum!”.
What happened next is for another story. |
