I walk into the restaurant, eyes scanning for your now familiar face. After a few seconds, I spot you in the back corner, wearing a short skirt and a low-cut t-shirt that shows off your ample curves to maximum advantage.
You ask, "What took you so long?" as you pop part of a cherry-nut muffin between your succulent lips.
"Unavoidably detained, some clown in California called and I made the mistake of picking up the phone. Sorry," I respond. The words come out but my mind is busy processing the information my eyes are feeding it. I'm imagining my lips on your gorgeous breasts and I can feel the insane lust welling deep inside me.
But I play it cool. "So, you've been here long?" I ask.
"Oh, about one muffin," you reply, as you slowly lean back in your chair giving me a glimpse up your skirt. As I cast my eyes down, expecting to catch a glimpse of your panties, I see instead a freshly shaved, bare pussy.
"Ah, I see," I said. "One muffin. I think I'll have one to go, please."
You grin wickedly and look into my eyes as you gather your things and get up. You bend over to gather a few more items, and after a quick look to see everyone engrossed in their meal or chatter, I let my fingers trail up the back of your thigh and under your skirt. My middle finger quickly parts your slit, and finding you already nice and slick, slides right in.
You wiggle your hips, stand up, look into my eyes and ask, barely audibly, "How do you like THAT muffin?"
I just smile as we walk out.
At your car, out of sight of the onlookers in the restaurant window, I pin you to the side and kiss your lips, our tongues swirling and my thigh between your legs. I feel your pussy grinding against me as you reach down and start stroking my engorged cock through the fabric of my slacks.
"Mmmm, you really did like that muffin, didn't you?" you ask. And then with a nod of your head, order: "Get in the back."