As I walked into the restaurant, I saw you there, my first glimpse of you in the flesh. I considered my luck, and was amazed that you had agreed to the meeting. You looked sure of yourself, confident, but also seemed rather annoyed as I stood there by the door looking at you. I couldn't have stood there for more than two minutes and you checked your watch three times; I wasn't late, I simply like to arrive exactly on time. As the appointed hour of our meeting arrived, I saw you signal the waiter for your check, and I chose that as my moment to walk through the doors and slide onto bench right next to you.
The waiter came over with the check, and I told him to go away, you weren't going to need that check yet, and to bring us back two beers. As he walked away, I turned to you and without pause grabbed you and pulled you to me into a deep, almost violent kiss. You leaned in for more and I broke away, leaning back in to whisper that the night was still young, relax, there's plenty of time for more of that.
Silently, the waiter re-appeared with our drinks and asked if we would like to order. I told him we were good for now, but to check back when the drinks were getting empty; on that note, he left us to ourselves. I turned to you and asked if you had been waiting long. You didn't speak, simply nodding yes.
I couldn't apologize to you for being late, since I hadn't been, so I decided to respond with my actions again. My hands had been wanting to explore your body for weeks, and it had been all I could do to keep them off you you since I sat down. I could wait no longer and firmly gripped your thigh just below the hem of your short, sexy skirt. Maybe it was my imagination, but I could swear that I heard a moan escape your lips, and I definitely felt you shiver and push yourself tighter against me. My fingers weren't content with staying where they were, and I started slowly inching them higher, pushing your hem up as I went. After what seemed like hours, but was most certainly just a few seconds, my fingers brushed the soft lace of your panties. I felt a tinge of wetness seeping through them and caught a hint of arousal in the swirling air. You ground your lace clad pussy against my fingers and the dampness was gone, having been replaced by a sopping flood of juices that completely soaked your panties.
Without warning, the waiter re-appeared, asking us if we were doing ok. As I looked up at him, I realized that he had a clear view of my fingers stroking your pussy through your panties. I told him that we could use some fresh beers and with a slight grin he set off for our drinks.
I looked over at you for the first time since my fingers had begun exploring and you were softly smiling, while obviously biting your lip to keep from moaning in ecstasy. I asked if you had enjoyed giving our waiter a show, and you just shook your head no. I leaned in and whispered that I thought you were lying to me; you again shook your head no. I softly kissed the nape of your neck and trailed my tongue up to your earlobe. I nibbled on it and whispered an order, "take off your panties and put them in my pocket!" You started to shake your head no again and I clamped down on your thigh with my grip. With a whimper you slipped your ass off of the seat, I released my grip, and off came your thong.
I looked down and got a glimpse of your smoothly shaven bush as you slipped your panties into my pocket. You tried to adjust your skirt lower, but my hand moved back to your thigh, ensuring that you remained exposed to the world. As your ass hit the seat again, the waiter materialized with our fresh drinks. He didn't look at me the entire time he was at our table, but simply stared at your pussy before stammering "c..c...call me if you need anything," before turning to walk away in a rush. You noticed his stare, and obviously enjoyed it, as your pussy flooded my fingers with fresh juices.
With my free left hand I took a long pull on the new beer and began exploring you with the right. My fingers traced up and down your slick lips, pausing at the top to tickle your clit, then all the way back to the bottom. You adjusted your hips forward, allowing me easy access, and I slowly slid one finger inside you. Your tight pussy fought my entrance, but your juices belied any fight you might put up. I started stroking my finger in and out, and you finally let down some of your tough exterior and started pushing back. My thumb found your clit and began working it in small circles. I pulled out for a minute and replaced my one finger with two then began thrusting in and out, harder and faster. As I took a long pull from my beer, I felt you begin grinding on my fingers furiously. I looked over at you, your eyes were screwed shut, and your bottom lip was clenched between your teeth so hard I worried you might hurt yourself. I felt your pussy clench on my fingers when suddenly your hand grabbed my swollen member. As you ground against my fingers enjoying the last of your climax, you slowly stroked it from top to bottom.
It felt good and I wanted more, but the people around us were starting to wonder what was going on. I heard more than one person ask what the crazy couple in the corner booth was doing. It didn't bother me, but some more privacy wouldn't be amiss either. You leaned over my shoulder and I finally got to hear your voice as you hoarsely whispered that we needed to get out of there. I quickly downed the rest of the beer and stood up, pulling out my wallet and throwing more than enough for the drinks and a tip on the table. You stood up behind my and re-adjusted your skirt, covering up what had become a drenched pussy over the last few minutes.
I grabbed your hand and led you out to the parking lot and over to my truck. I opened the door like a consummate gentleman and gave your tight ass a boost as you got in. As I lifted you up into the truck, your skirt rode up again, and I couldn't help but groan at the sight of your ass and in anticipation of the things to come. I closed your door and ran around to my side. While climbing in with you I noticed that you had undone two buttons on your blouse and had your hand inside tweaking a nipple. My cock swelled even more uncomfortably in my trousers as I put the key in and fired up the engine.