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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Another fantasy of mine - be kind with your feedback, thanks!
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Why did I think ‘getting some food’ was going to be mischief free fun, it is you after all… I think this to myself as I’m struggling for breath as your fingers dance along my stocking clad thigh, getting ever closer to the edge of my very short dress and the lacy stocking tops, suspenders and dainty thong concealed beneath. I stupidly wondered why you wanted to sit beside me, instead of across from me. There I was thinking you were starting to get a bit too ‘romantic’ for a regular friend with benefits! Your hand cups my thigh, I take a deep breath, that catches as your hand slides up, pulling my dress with it, until your fingers are alternating between stroking under my stocking top and flicking the closest suspender strap. My face burns and I hastily take a gulp of my wine. Looking at you over the rim, you give me that dark smile and intense ‘look’ – god I’m in trouble! My nipples harden instantly, my pussy already getting more and more moist with each second. Your gaze wanders over me, over my heaving, petite cleavage encased in the low cut dress I’m wearing, up the column of my bare neck, over my pouty lips creamed in deep red lipstick, to my eyes, already slightly glazed, you stare at me, watching my pupils dilate as your fingers work higher, brushing my thong covered pussy, your knuckle catching my clit, intentionally of course. I shudder from head to toe in sensitive response, the rest of the room disappearing for me. I close my eyes and tremble as you continue your teasing, rubbing my thong into my pussy firmly, all the way up and down, slow and pressured, over and over, watching the power you have over my pleasure, that you are driving me insane…
Then you suddenly press harder, before whipping your hand away, I open my eyes on a whimper to see you smugly drink some of your red wine. I’m speechless as you continue with your dinner, slowly coming around as you ask me something and the chat goes back to normal. I’m beyond not being super sensitive now though…
A little while later I decide two can play this game, my hand lowers to your thigh, I stroke it, feeling the muscles clench beneath your trousers. I’m loving the fact you’re not wearing jeans, with your shirt, you looked so sexy when you arrived, and as my hand moves higher, over your balls, pressing firmly I can feel everything! I enjoy moulding your semi hard cock, feeling it growing beneath my fingers, getting harder. Every time my hand gets to the head, I rub my thumb firmly around and over the tip, then all the way along the length to cup and rub your balls. I get too impatient to feel you as you’re robbed of speech, enjoying me teasing you, so I lower your zip, dip my fingers into your boxers and find you so hard and hot for me. I wish I could suck you, but the booth is discreet, but not that discreet so I settle for whispering in your ear how much I like your cock and how good you feel inside me as I tug you, slow and firmly, caressing your balls. I massage the precum that seeps out over the head while I whisper how much I love to lick up your precum and how much I wish I could have you in my mouth and not my hands right now. Your moaning deeply but unable to stop me. I’m going slow enough that you can’t get what you need to cum, but firm enough that you’re lost in my hand. Then I clock the waiter coming over, so I quickly tug and tuck you in, zip you up and give you a hot, filthy kiss to distract him, and us from what I was enjoying of you.
We’re enjoying our desserts when you take an ice cube from your water glass. I watch your hand, almost in slow motion as it sinks lower to my ruffled lap, my name forgotten even, as it brushes my inner thigh, you drag it slowly up, over my stockings, the naked flesh above it and higher, straight to my already wet thong, pushing over my covered clit and pussy, without hesitation, and I jerk back into the booth in shock! You keep pressing, rubbing over my thong loving how much I’m squirming, and ignoring my vicelike grip on your upper arm, as invades my crotch. Your fingers slip beneath my thong, you keep rubbing, working the ice over my clit, til its melting all over me, the burning cold trickling down into my pussy, over my thighs, making me delirious with sensation overload. You feel my orgasm building again, watching me come apart under your hand, just like earlier, but you know me so well now. You know exactly the last possible moment to stop, as I’m seconds away from tipping over the edge. You pull away sharply, leaving me there, shaking and gasping for breath. ‘B@sterd!’ I whisper harshly as you chuckle and pop the remnants of the ice in your mouth! You finish your dessert as I slowly begin to recover, muttering obscenities. You try to steal mine, but I manage to swat your hand away. I finish it fast while you settle the bill and we run away from the restaurant kissing and pawing at each other, the lust taking over...!!! |
