It was clear that the woman had something on her mind. She was fidgeting constantly….crossing and re-crossing her legs, turning constantly and watching the door, straightening the silverware on the table, playing with the buttons that ran all the way down the front of her short denim dress. But then she was still, watching as a dark-haired man strode through the room to her table, trying to determine again why she was so drawn to him. Handsome and sexy… yes… but something more as well….some force of personality, a physical and mental presence that devastated her. He smiled at her as he got close to the table and she felt her face flush, the image of his face smiling up at her as she rode his cock, suddenly flashing through her mind.
"Hi sexy." His voice ran down her spine as he slid onto the banquette seat next to her. She didn't even say hello, just put her mouth on his, her arms going around his neck, her body as close as she could get. The kiss was long and breathless and passionate, far more than was appropriate for a public place and they both knew they were getting looks as the kiss broke.
"Some greeting," he said, continuing to press kisses on her lips. At that moment, the waitress came over to their table. Her eyes were slightly curious and amused, as she said, "Were you ready to order?" She looked down at where the man's hand was resting alongside the woman's breast.
"Could you give us a minute?" Emma asked. As the waitress walked away, Emma turned back to Andrew, moving her arm slightly so others wouldn't see how his hand had shifted to cup her breast. He moved it softly, rubbing against her hardened nipple with the palm of his hand. "No bra?" he asked.
"No." Emma kissed him again and slid closer still. She felt his hand traveling up her leg as they kissed, sliding around to the underside of her thigh as it moved up to where her dress barely covered her ass. It stayed there as he broke the kiss and said, "No panties either, I bet." Her eyes were on his dark beautiful eyes. "No panties either," she replied, and his smile ran through her body, and she was convinced she could actually hear the pounding of her blood.
"Love," she murmured, as she kissed the corner of his mouth, his cheek, "Can we get out of here? Skip lunch and go someplace? Anyplace. I feel like I'm going to jump out of my skin, I need you so much." It didn't occur to her that he could say no…. his hands held her so tight, his mouth devoured hers, she could see his hard cock straining against the cloth of his pants. But then he was speaking, "Emma, I'm sorry. I have to grab a quick bite and then get back to work. We've been in crisis mode since yesterday, and I haven't had anything to eat yet today." Before she could respond, the waitress was at their table again and he was ordering for them. Emma struggled with disappointment, but when Andrew turned back, eyes apologetic and opened his mouth, she said, "Love, don't feel bad. It's the middle of the work day. I understand." She wove the fingers of her hand with his, where it rested on the table. She felt a little shiver run through her as he leaned forward and said softly, "Babe, you know I would…."
Emma smiled. "If you could, I know you'd fuck me sore. But for now, why don't you tell me what's going on at work?"
She watched his face as he talked, having a bit of a hard time concentrating… sometimes she followed what he was saying, often not. But she leaned back, enjoying the touch of his hand and the pleasure of being with him. She was getting distracted, watching his mouth and thinking about how it felt to have those lips on her pussy, when she felt a hand moving gently up her thigh and under her dress. Her eyes flew to his. He was smiling, still telling her something, and she felt his thumb brush over the lips of her pussy. His quiet voice penetrated her consciousness, "Spread your legs more." Without thinking, she turned toward him, one leg going up a little on the banquette seat. She felt his thumb probing deeper, sliding between her pussy lips. As it brushed against her clit, her breath came out with a quiet moan, and his name… "Andrew….." A plea.
"Quiet," he said softly. She managed to tear her eyes from his and look around the room… no one appeared to be paying any attention to them. Emma saw that the tablecloth would be blocking anyone's view. She drew a deep, shuddering breath as he slid two fingers inside her slick, wet pussy, his thumb still continuing its torture of her swollen clit. She sank into the sensations in her body, concentrating on not making any sound.
"Look at me." Emma's eyes flew open. Andrew's face was in front of her. "I want to see your eyes as you cum," he said softly. She felt her pussy contract around his fingers at his words. He smiled at her. "Reach down and touch yourself with me." She hesitated, and he plunged his fingers swiftly into her. Emma bit her lip to keep from moaning. "Do as I say." She carefully moved her hand until it was between her legs, feeling the wet and the heat, fingers joining her lover's thumb as it circled and stroked and rubbed her. "Spread your lips for me." She pulled aside the lips of her pussy with two fingers, the exposure and openness making her clit even more sensitive.
Andrew continued playing with her, eyes on her face. Emma felt all the energy in her body gathering beneath his fingers, rushing to that place where he touched. Their hands on the table were clasped hard. He was watching her intently. "You're a hot little slut, aren't you?"
"Yes." Her response was a whispered moan.
"I can smell your hot cunt from here. You smell like an animal in heat."
"Yes."
He leaned closer, his look dark and intense. "Come on, baby. Just let it go. You wanted it, so here it is. Come on, you sweet slut…."
Emma's eyes locked with his as the feeling started rising in her. His fingers in her, on her felt so good… her pussy so open… there was that tingling… she couldn't stop it now if she wanted, but she didn't want it to stop… needed it. She leaned in and put her open mouth on his, breath sliding out of her in a long quiet moan as it hit. His mouth devoured hers, his fingers moving still. She thought she would lose her mind, trying not to cry out… the control she was exerting making it seem like it would never stop. Slowly the waves subsided. She pulled away from him, trembling, and was startled to feel his fingers swiftly pulled from her. She looked up to see the waitress setting their food in front of them. She didn't try to say anything… just let Andrew deal with the waitress. When she had left, he leaned over and kissed Emma. "Sorry to leave you so abruptly. I liked how it felt, your sweet cunt trembling around my fingers." He brought his hand to his mouth and licked his fingers. "Mmmm, you taste so good. I'm going to need you cumming all over my face tonight, I think. This was such a tease."
