We walked into the small, dimly lit Chinese restaurant and were immediately seated. It looked like it was a quiet night for them; only two other couples and a group of four strapping young men, probably not much older than I was, were seated about the place.
We were led directly past the four guys and Mr P's hand squeezed my waist as we walked past them. I saw one of the guys' eyes widen as he saw my panties sticking out the top of Mr P's jeans, and could have died of embarrassment as I saw him from the corner of my eye, leaning over to whisper to his friends. My face flushed pink as Becky's father squeezed my ass before allowing me to sit down in my chair. I was sure the blokes at the other table had a clear view, and knew I was right when I risked a peek over at them to see them smiling and staring at me. My blush deepened.
Mr P sat me in the chair adjacent to me but opposite the table of four young guys. I tried to sit demurely, tucking my short skirt under my bottom and keeping my knees pressed firmly together, but I could still feel their eyes on me and I squirmed in my seat. Mr P ordered for both of us and I barely tasted my food as we sat and dined. The conversation got off to a shaky start, but eventually we fell into an easy rhythm and I began to relax and enjoy myself.
About midway through the meal, Mr P stopped talking and just stared at me with a strange look in his eyes for a long while. I began to get nervous. I had come to recognise that look. It was the look he got when he was aroused and wanted something from me. I gulped and wriggled in my seat as I felt my pussy begin to moisten once more. To my increasing embarrassment, my nipples hardened, peaking beneath my tight, white singlet and announcing to the world that I was excited.
My face flushed as I distinctly heard whispered comments coming from the other table. "Oh man, check out her nipples! She ain't wearing any bra and it's definitely not cold in here!" One voice said. Then, "Well you know she ain't wearing any panties 'cause that guy's got 'em poking out the top of his pocket!" Then they laughed and my face coloured even more.
"Erika." Mr P's low voice drifted over the table and drew my eyes towards his. He was sitting on my left hand side, and his eyes seemed to drown out all the noise in the restaurant. The rest of the world shrank away as I lost myself in his gaze and it seemed it was just he and I staring at each other. His hand took hold of mine, his fingers stroking up and down along the top, and he smiled at me. "Come here, honey," he said softly, and without even thinking about it I leant towards him.
His lips felt so incredibly soft against mine as he lightly brushed a kiss across them; smooth, pliant. I shivered and my lips parted slightly, yearning for more to happen. He pressed his mouth more fully against mine and I felt his tongue glide inside my mouth. Our tongues danced against each other softly, lusciously, until my breathing was haphazard and my nipples were again hard and aching. My breasts hung close to our joined hands, as I leant towards Mr P's face, and I gasped against his lips as I felt his fingertip flick slowly across the sensitive tip of my left bud.
He sat back slowly and smiled at me. "Take a look now and tell me if they're laughing?" Mr P whispered softly to me.
I glanced their way to see a look of shock on all their faces before they all turned their heads away from me and pretended to be looking at anything but our table. They seemed to have started squirming in their seats, uncomfortable bulges beginning to make themselves known in their jeans. I covered my mouth and giggled as I looked back at Mr P. He smiled at me and winked.
The restaurant's tablecloths were very short and I had no doubt that the guys had a clear view under our table, so I almost gasped as I felt his hand touch my knee. Mr P leaned in close again and brushed a light kiss across my lips before he brought his mouth close to my ear. "Erika, this just won't do." He told me softly, feeling my knees pressed tightly together, as he gently ran a finger up and down the skin of my lower thigh. "I want you to open your knees, honey."
I gasped and then blushed a deep crimson, lowering my eyes as I stammered quietly, "Mr P, I... I... I... can't."
He drew back from me and stared into my eyes. "Erika," he whispered, "of course you can, honey. Just keep looking at me, don't think about anything else, just me, and you can do it."
I gulped again as his hand still stroked up and down on my knee, and his eyes bored into mine. He brought his other hand up to my face to brush his fingers across my lips ever so slightly, making my eyes flutter in sexual need. I could feel my pussy getting wetter by the second, knowing that if I parted my thighs I would be exposing myself to the full scrutiny of the four guys sitting across the way from us.
His eyes held me captive as he stared at me, and I felt myself giving in to his suggestion. His voice whispered to me once more, low and deep, hypnotizing; he said, "Open your knees, honey."
As if I was powerless to prevent it, I felt my knees beginning to part. Nothing existed except his eyes and his words, and my eyes rolled up into my head as I felt his hand travelling higher along my inner thigh towards my wet centre. His fingers dipped down between my legs and a small orgasm shot through me as he lightly caressed my clit. A few seconds was all it lasted, in truth, but to me it felt almost like an eternity, and I never wanted it to end. I felt like a complete slut, like some sexual junkie that just couldn't get enough of these debaucheries.
When he drew back his hand and gently pressed my knees back together, I blinked and the spell was broken. I started to breathe again and very nearly hyperventilated. Mr P clasped my chin and spoke gently to me.
"Calm down, baby." He said softly. "Breathe deeper, slow it down."
I eventually got my breathing under control, and my whole body gave a shuddered as a wave of sensation rolled over me. When I was finally able to function normally again, Mr P smiled broadly at me. "Well done, honey, you did great."
I felt my skin flush in pleasure once again and I grinned as my heart skipped a beat.
"Are you horny, Erika?" He asked me forthrightly, his thumb stroking along my jaw line.
I chewed on my bottom lip as I nodded and then answered, "Yes Mr P."
"Good. Let's go home so I can fuck you until you pass out."
"Yes, please," I responded breathlessly.
