He came home from work to find me at the computer. "Writing another story?" he asked me. "No," I replied, "just answering some emails. How was your day?" And I rose from my chair to reach my arms up around his neck, he pulled me close and kissed my neck. "Do you need help with the story lines? I have some really interesting ideas," he said with a smile.
"I have a great story line! How about handsome Dominant takes lovely submissive to dinner so she doesn't have to cook?" I said teasingly.
He laughed and swatted me on the ass and said, "Okay, go get dressed. Let's go to Boone's, it's late but they serve dinner till 11."
"Alllllllright!" I said happily and went into the bedroom to change my clothes. It was late summer, but still very warm, so I slipped into a simple blue dress with thin straps at the shoulder, no bra, no panties, of course. I stepped into the high sandals, closed the buckles at my ankles and went into the bathroom to fix my makeup.
When I came back into the bedroom he had changed into shorts and a black button up the front short sleeve shirt. He looked so handsome with his dark hair, graying slightly, the goatee and those eyes. They were still the lightest blue I had seen, and I loved them.
We drove to the restaurant and were glad to see they weren't busy. It was a fairly small place, dimly light and the food was excellent. They were usually quite busy, so it was nice to see we wouldn't have to wait to be seated.
We ordered wine and our dinners, and sat talking quietly about our day. The soup was very hot, so he pushed it aside to enjoy his dinner while it cooled. When he returned to the soup he was pleased with it's taste, and then he got that devilish little smile on his face, looked at me and said, "This is so good, but I think I'd like it better if I were licking it off your nipples."
My eyes flew to his face. He wouldn't! Not here! Would he? He did. He reached over and gently, slowly slid the strap to my dress down my shoulder, baring my breast, and with his spoon lightly dribbled a few drops of the warm, creamy soup onto my nipple. Then, before it could drip down onto my dress, he quickly bent his head and with the tip of his tongue he licked it off. "Mmmmmmmmm, that's MUCH better," he said. Then he repeated the same with my other breast, this time drawing my nipple into his mouth and sucking gently. I looked over his head to see a man at the next table over from our booth, watching with the corners of his mouth slightly drawn up in a smile. He tipped his head to me, I could feel my face burning, but the sensations in my breast were too enjoyable to deny.
"Does it make your pussy wet when I suck your breasts in public?" he asked me as he pulled away, and I felt his hand on my thigh, pushing my dress up my legs. All I could say was, "Yes," softly as my mind drifted off to the dream-like state of subspace. "Lift up your ass," he whispered in my ear, and pulled my dress out from under my bottom, making me sit directly on the cool leather seat of the booth. My pussy was dripping wet, I could feel the dampness on my thighs, and I was mortified to think I'd leave my wetness behind on the seat. His hand was back on my upper thigh, and my legs parted as if they had a mind of their own. I could feel his fingers probing me, and I pulled apart even further to give him access. They slipped into me, two of his fingers sliding in and out, and he brought his thumb to my clitoris, encircling it just like he knew I liked.
My breasts were still exposed, and he bent his head again and drew my left nipple into his mouth, biting gently and suckling. The soft tugging sensations and the rhythm of his fingers and thumb were blowing my mind, and my eyes were locked onto those of the stranger at the next table. He never flinched, he just stared directly into my eyes. He was an older gentleman, late 50's maybe, graying, well dressed and good looking. I could feel my hips moving, trying to make myself my cum on His fingers, I couldn't help myself, I was past the point of no return. My orgasm overcame me and I felt my head go back and my back arched onto my Master's hand as a soft moan escaped my lips. As my breathing returned to normal, he withdrew his hand, and slipped his fingers into his mouth, tasting me. "Mmmmmm, even better than the soup," he said, and just as I had pulled my dress up to cover my breasts, the waiter approached our table.
"How was everything?" he asked Jimmy.
"Absolutely delicious!" Jimmy replied as he slipped to tip of his finger from his mouth. My face was flushed, I could feel the burning redness and I kept my eyes on the table. I hated that I got so embarrassed, but it was just the way I was made.
