I'm driving to meet you, you are in the shower getting yourself ready for a night out with me, your phone buzzes with another text from me...
'By now pet, you'll be naked in the shower and I'm hard imagining the water running down your body, over your breasts down between your legs. Get back in the shower and stand with one leg on the side of the bath and part your lips. Spray the shower head onto your clit and think of me kneeling in front of you, your leg over my shoulder as I slowly lick your pussy, holding your hands behind your back. when you are about to come, stop and dry yourself. Wear a short skirt for me tonight, a nice lace bra thong set and your favourite heels, I will meet you in the restaurant at 7.'
I arrive a little late and see you at the table, a round table hidden away in the corner of the restaurant. I lean down placing my hand on your shoulder, my thumb running over your collar bone softly as I peck your cheek, then your lips as you turn to face me.
"You look amazing pet and Sir is very pleased, good girl."
I sit next to you and without a word I take the wine list and begin to read. You know not to move, your back straight, knees together hands facing upwards under the table on your legs, awaiting your next instructions....
The waitress comes over and immediately asks if we are ready to order, instinctively looking at you first before I begin to speak.
"A glass of Rose and....." I pause and lean into you, my mouth next to your ear.
"Open your legs girl."
I turn back to the waitress, "And a glass of red please."
As your knees part quickly, almost like a reflex to my command, my hand rests lightly on your knee, I continue to look over the menu slowly browsing through it. My hand moves slowly along your inner thighs, out of the corner of my eye I see your chest rise and fall as your breathing becomes heavier and your eyes glaze over. I reach your thong and tracing my fingers over the fabric and I smile as I recognise the pattern at the front of them, gently pressing them against your pussy, by now quite damp.
'You know pet, I do enjoy the first moment each time I reach your pussy, clothed or not as you never ceased to amaze me how wet you become for me, how you are always ready for me."
You try to smile, inside you are flattered and proud at how well you present yourself to me, how much appreciated it is, but at the same time you are shocked at the fact I say these words out loud as if it's a normal conversation. You worry someone over heard, but at the same time your clit throbs knowing you are mine and what other people see or hear doesn't matter.
The waitress arrives with our wine, as she leans over to place on the table, my fingers slip under the thong and effortlessly inside you.
"Are you ready to order?" she asks, my fingers slowly teasing out before slipping out of you as they begin to circle your clit. "Could you tell me what the specials are?"
I smirk, knowing that inside you are crying out 'Bastard' I have no interests in the specials, but you know better than to say anything, not that you would in front of company like this. On the flip side you enjoy the way I can tease you, use you, enjoy you while I'm seemingly busy with other things.
You see the waitresses' mouth move but you hear nothing as all you can think about are my fingertips, expertly toying with you. I feel your hand grip my forearm, I know you are close as I turn to you and look at you to tell you to assume your position again, as my fingers slow down against your clit.
"My pet will have the seared tuna and I'll have the fillet steak please, medium to well done." The word pet makes your clit throb, but it goes unnoticed by our waitress.
She leaves as I remove my fingers and bring them to your mouth.
"Good girl," as you lick them clean just how I like it.
"Now I noticed that your thong was quite wet, go to the ladies and remove it, but play with yourself through the fabric first until you're at the edge of orgasm."
I watch you leave, not being able to take my eyes off you as you leave the room. Opening the Ladies your are relieved that you're alone, you walk into the stall, locking it behind you as your raise your skirt and lean backwards against the wall, slowly rubbing your pussy through the thong, only you know what's going through your mind. You are close to the edge and so desperately want to come.
'He won't know, will he'?
Your conscience wrestles with you,
'of course he'll know, he always knows.'
You decide to stop, just like the good whore that you are, but before your skirt is lowered, the door flings wide open, your eyes open quickly, but not quick enough to see me before I turn your around, my hands around your neck as I lift your skirt and tear your thong off, my already hard cock throbbing as I feel your dripping wet cunt engulf it. Your gasps make your mouth open wide, just long enough for me to stuff your thong in it as my cock thrusts inside your dripping wet pussy. I push you against the wall as I fuck you hard, without mercy, a raw need that has to be met, only you have ever brought out this side of me. One hand at your throat, gripping it tightly, the other against your inner thighs, fingers curling as they dig into your flesh, forcing them apart as my cock stretches you and thrusts deep inside you.
Within a few minutes you feel my cock swell inside you as I start to come, my hands tighten as I empty myself inside you, pressing against you, the side of my face against your shoulder as I catch my breath, arms wrapped around you as both our pounding hearts can be felt by the other.
I zip myself up and turn around, without looking back. "Your dinner is getting cold."
As I walk away, you fall against the floor, breathless but knowing you need to be back at the table quickly. you reach down and feel my come running down your thighs, as you reach up for a tissue to take care of it, you hear the door open as I leave, calling out.
'Leave my cum where it is.'
