You clutch my arm as we walk across the cobblestone road to Shinae's. I was finally able to convince you to let me buy you a drink. Once we're inside I get us a table that sits just a few feet higher than the rest of the bar.
With the music playing, one drink turns into two, and two to three, and before you know it you could pass for someone having fun. I lean in to nibble on your ear, of course I bite off more than I can chew. The gnawing sensation lingering even after my teeth are gone.
My hand starts to slide up your stockings, dancing with the end of your mini skirt - do I go for it? I mean we are in public. You make the decision for me as you move my hand under your skirt.
I start to rub circles around your clit, through what feels like is your black lace thong. Your head tilts back ever so slightly catching the waitress' attention. "no we're fine" I tell her while still drawing circles around your clit. Your panties are starting to soak through. Lean in, brushing your hair aside, "go to the bathroom and take them off." you look at me wide eyed, "Go."
You come back from the bathroom, sliding in next to me in the booth. Discretely passing me your panties. Well what do you know, I was right, you were wearing a black lace thong. You direct my hand back under your skirt. My fingertips gently brush against your labia and clit. They're wet, I whisper "was somebody playing with themselves in the bathroom." you flash me a quick smile, "that's my job you know" I tell her.
I slowly slide my finger inside you. God, it's only been a few days since our last play session and I'd already forgotten how tight you are.
I start stroking your g-spot with my finger while my thumb draws circles around your clit. I'm watching you as your eyes roll back into your head and you let out a soft moan. The couple a few tables down looks our way. I flash them a smile to dismiss them. It's really quite amazing how far in life a good smile can take you.
Your nails start to dig into my arm as you get closer climaxing, I take notice and slow down my stroking. Your head tilts back forward and you look at me with that "what the hell do you think you're doing, did I say you could stop?" face that I know oh too well. I lean in close and tell you not to worry, we're only getting started for the night.
This teasing continues, I bring you to the edge of climaxing at the last moment to stop and let you calm back down, until finally the other couple leaves. The bar is far from empty, but our section is deserted. I push my finger just a touch deeper letting you know that the foreplay is over.
I slide out from the booth and do a quick look around. This is doable I tell myself. I turn around and you're standing right behind me in your fuck-me heels, fuck-me-harder stockings, and that pull-my-hair corset that I bought you last week. By the time my eyes make it all the way up your body I can tell you're getting impatient.
I look around, "table, bar, wall, hmm where to fuck you" I say to myself. Aha. I pull you over to the ledge; we're maybe 8 feet above the main bar, more than enough privacy. I start to hike your skirt up from behind; you glance over your shoulder looking back at me, smile and grind your ass into my crotch.
