Chapter 02: The Payback
After the Halloween party, I felt the scales needed balancing. So I made it a point to arouse Betta at every opportunity.
But I avoided ever finishing the job, giving her an orgasm. Playing often with her nipples or her ass, and even touching and licking her pussy at night to get her wet were part of my plan.
Now it was hard for me not to give in and fuck her as hard as we both wanted, but I resisted, pleading a variety of reasons not to finish.
So on Saturday I told Betta we were going out to dinner and I wanted her to dress especially sexy for me that night. I sure had plans for her afterward too.
The promise of hot sex and my constant stroking of her got her into a sexy skirt and low-cut, silky blouse with no bra. She was now ready for my payback.
I knew one of the waiters, Anton, at this romantic Spanish restaurant/club and told him I needed his help. He arranged for a semi-isolated booth and was ready to play along with whatever happened.
We arrived at the club and I ordered us drinks.
Then it was time for a quick dance before dinner. The hot Latin rhythms got our blood flowing, and I took every opportunity to touch her right there on the dance floor. So with her nipples hard, I led her back to our booth.
She had another strong drink waiting for her, and I frequently kissed and touched her. My hand had made several forays to cup her breast and even under her skirt, and I found her very aroused.
"Are you in the mood for some hot sex tonight?" I whispered.
She laughed, "If you don't come through for me tonight I'm probably going to grab some stranger off the street and fuck him."
"That won't be necessary, if you trust me and do as I say tonight." I smiled deviously.
"If I get laid we have a deal," she snorted, tipping her glass, emptying it.
I then whispered, "Go to the ladies room. Take off your panties and bring them back to me.
She flared her nostrils but obediently got up, heading back to the powder room.
I watched her return, amazed at the visible change in her demeanor. She strutted back, hips rolling, looking like a jungle cat roaming the forest. I could almost smell the arousal.
She started to sit down but I stopped her.
"First the panties."
I could see her wilting a bit as I reasserted my command.
She reached into her purse and dropped the tightly balled up lacy panties into my waiting hand. I uncrumpled them and held them up. I smiled at the wet spot in front and then buried my face in them, inhaling deeply.
I could see her blush and look around the room to see if our exchange was noticed. Our waiter Anton was standing nearby, waiting to bring us our appetizers. Betta sat down quickly and winced as I laid out her panties on the table for all to see.
Anton approached and set down our plates. Looking Betta over with a smile, he told her she was looking very beautiful tonight. She started to thank him when I interrupted her and told him she would be looking even sexier before the night was done.
Anton smiled, nodded and left us.
As we ate, my hand again moved to the hem of her dress and felt up her leg to her bare pussy. It was very wet now and I ran my finger up the seam of her lips and found her clit.
She shuddered as I gave it a quick flick and then pulled my hand out and licked my fingers.
"Delicious."
"Anton was right, you do look especially beautiful tonight, and now I want you to unbutton two more buttons on your blouse."
Since she was already showing a fair amount of cleavage, this would really open her blouse up.
With eyes closed, she obeyed.
I slid my hand into the opened blouse and cupped her tit, tweaking the already hard nipple. Her own hands locked onto her thighs, gripping herself hard.
We were like this when Anton and a bus boy approached with our entrees. I casually removed my hand, but left her blouse open, her nipples exposed to the guy's view.
The food was delicious, and it was great watching her tits move around under the unbuttoned blouse. She flashed everyone a full breast before she tucked herself back.
"Did I give you permission to cover up yourself young lady? As punishment for that I want you to slid down on the seat and fold your skirt back so I can see your pussy."
She looked at me with shock in her eyes.
I smiled and blew her a kiss.
She grinned back and did what I asked.
With perfect timing Anton came over to ask how our meal was. Even he froze for a second when he looked down at Betta's exposed glistening pussy.
"The Senorita is even more beautiful now, as was promised."
As he walked away I cupped her pussy with my hand and leaned over and deeply kissed her. I looked in her eyes, telling her she never looked more desirable and everyone was jealous of me.
I could smell her juices sharply, and she squirmed as I slipped a finger into her. I debated having Betta orgasm in the restaurant. She was a screamer though. It would be poetic justice considering Halloween. But I sensed reluctance on Betta's part to go too far. This was supposed to be fun, not revenge.
But that doesn't mean I can't have fun with her. I often leaned over to kiss her deeply, tweaking her nipples or even skating my fingers over her budding clit.
She trembled visibly during these forays, barely resisting thrusting against my hand or fingers as they played with her slit.
Seeing how aroused and on edge Betta was, I relented and sat back and enjoyed our wine.
