Dinner was going well...
Our first date...
We joked, laughed, and chatted about life and things we had skirted upon online. Many times you caught me gazing into your mouth as you spoke, you wondered if I was thinking the same kind of things you thought when you found yourself doing the same to me.
You wondered to yourself, did I want to kiss you as much as you wanted to be kissed?
We continue talking.. The time flies by... The restaurant still packed with diners, but we can barely hear anyone else but each other.
Then finally it happened, I took your hand in mind, and held it. That first contact was made.
"You are SO gorgeous" I whispered, "Every time I look at you I just wanna grab you"
"Then why don't you?" You replied with a mischievous grin on your face
"What here???" I said.
For an instant your face betrayed the slightest disappointment, and I immediately stood up. It took you totally by surprise as I gently lifted you to your feet and held you in my arms.
"Kiss me baby" A wide grin crossed my face as your eyes darted around the restaurant immediately embarrassed. Then my mouth found yours, tongues intertwined, as I kissed you long and deep.
We could both hear the sudden silence in the restaurant as the diners stopped and stared.
Your embarrassment faded rapidly, as the passion and the moment collided, you could feel the eyes on you, and it made your pulse race just a little faster.
The kiss ends, but I hold you in my arms, you feel the gentle strength keeping you close, keeping you safe, then you realise that there is a hard bulge in my pants pressing against your front.
You realise what it is, and how hard it is, and your face flushes. You feel that the entire restaurant and see that I have an erection and that I'm rubbing it against you.
We let each other go and return to our seats, but this time I move my chair to the side of the table, next to you. I take your hands in mine and hold them, we both stare into each others eyes with childlike grins on our faces.
You feel your heart pounding inside your chest, mentally you check yourself over, hair presentable, makeup okay, then you realise "God I am wet!" You were totally surprised at just how wet this little stunt had made you.
You look at me, my lips are moving and I'm talking to you but you cant hear me, all that is running through your mind is how hard it was. The bulge.
Suddenly you are doing the unthinkable. You hand is snaking its way under the table, it finds my thigh, slides up to my lap, and you place your hands on the hot hard thing there. You squeeze it gently as you let out a light moan, feeling a gush of your own juices.
Your hand strokes up and down its length, you begin to rock minutely on your chair, trying to get some stimuli to your clit which is swollen and throbbing.
Now its my turn to be embarrassed. You see my eyes furtively glancing around the room, who is watching? But you now don't care.
Your hand deftly unbuttons my zipper and reaches in and frees my cock under the table, its hot and solid in your palm, your finger tips touch its head and you feel the moisture of precum oozing out of it. You take you hand from under the table and pop the fingers into your mouth. "Mmmmmm!! Sweet!" Then you slipped your hand back under the table and continued to massage me.
Your other hand slips under the table as well, but this hand finds its way up your skirt, and begins rubbing your pussy thru your soaked panties.
You slip two fingers inside your thong and ease them between your soaking lips, pushing the fingers deep inside, you moan lightly as you withdraw the fingers and offer me your hand.
You look at me in absolute pleasure as you see the dumbfounded look on my face. My mouth is agape, eyes wide in disbelief.
You put your shiny wet fingers into my mouth. "Hurry love, before they dry" I then start to suck them, taking the wetness off your hand. "Good boy" You smiled. Then your hand slips back under the table to pleasure yourself some more.
I am moaning lightly at your hands. My voice is fortunately drowned out by the murmurs of the other diners.
Suddenly we realise that the waiter has just arrived and is looming over us. "Would Sir and Madam care for a coffee or apertif?" You see me look at you and you're smiling broadly, but your hands still of their work under the table. "I'd like a latte please" you said, then you turned to me, pumping my cock just a bit firmer "How about you dear? What would you like to finish you off?"
