Gina went upstairs to change while I ejected the DVD and turned off the TV. I put on my clothes and drank the rest of my beer. I was just finishing my beer when she came down again. As she had told me before she went upstairs she hadn't taken a shower, and her tits were still covered in my cum. You had to know it was there to see it, but I still thought it was a sexy thing to do. I never believed a girl would take me to a restaurant with her tits covered in my sperm, but that's what was happening.
Gina had put on a tight, black bra that pushed her 44E tits together and made them look even bigger. She was wearing a red blouse and a short, white skirt that barely covered her big ass. Seemed as if she did own something else than black skirts and white tops after all. She was also wearing high heeled red shoes. Her blouse was unbuttoned at the top, and she showed a lot of her beautiful cleavage. I wondered if she had put on any panties while she was upstairs.
Gina looked me up and down when she entered the living room and gave me a big grin that made me blush. She glanced at where my clothes had been when she went upstairs and her eyes narrowed.
"Take off your jeans," she said.
I obeyed quickly, wondering what she had in mind. When I had pulled off my jeans she told me to do the same with my boxers. I now stood in front of her with just my t-shirt and my socks.
"Nice," she murmured and licked her lips. "Now put on your jeans again, but leave your boxers here. You don't need them."
I did as she told me, and we left her house. I got in the passenger-seat of her car, while she placed herself behind the wheel. When she got in I got a look under her skirt and noticed to my disappointment that she was wearing panties again. It matched her bra. Seeing my disappointed face, she smiled, took my hand and guided it under her skirt. She pulled her panties to the side and I pushed two fingers into her. She was wet again.
"I want you to finger me while I drive," she told me, pushing her ass forward in the seat and parting her legs more, giving me better access. Then she turned the key and drove downtown.
When we got to the restaurant I was hard as rock again. She hadn't touched me at all while she drove, but the sensation of her pussy clamped around my fingers and her moans and whimpers while she drove had me horny again. She had to stop the car for a while when we had driven half of the distance between her house and the restaurant. Sensing she was about to cum she drove to the side of the road, as she didn't want to cause any traffic accident. She was trembling violently and moaning, while my fingers pistoned in and out of her wet pussy, and I could tell her skirt would have a wet stain where it covered her ass. She was dripping, and the part of her skirt that covered her ass was right beneath the leakage. When her orgasm had subsided I tried to pull out my fingers, but she just told me to keep up what I was doing and started the car again. No wonder I was so horny when we reached the restaurant.
I pulled my fingers from her pussy when Gina pulled into the parking lot. Even though my fingers where very wet Gina grasped my hand and pushed my fingers into her mouth. She licked and sucked my fingers for a few seconds and I felt myself grow even harder.
"I taste good, don't I?" she asked me rhetorically and winked at me.
I thought I might cum again right there.
Gina glanced at my lap and grinned at me. "You should try to hide that," she said, and pointed at the tent in my jeans. "We're going to a fancy restaurant, you know. They don't like it when people enter with an erection."
I pushed my dick to the side and pushed my left hand down my pocket to hold my dick through the pocket. Gina chuckled as she opened the cardoor and went out of the car. I followed her, and we went inside the restaurant.
We were seated at a table for two and a waiter came up to take our orders. Gina ordered a bottle of red wine for us and we both ordered steak. We talked for a while until the waiter arrived with the bottle of wine. He poured to glasses, and went to the kitchen again.
Gina leaned over the table and whispered; "open your fly."
I blushed and looked around. "What if anybody sees it," I asked.
"The tablecloth will hide what we're doing, and if somebody happens to see it anyway, then let them look." Gina had a naughty look in her eyes.
I swallowed hard and quietly unzipped my jeans.
"Now pull out your dick," she commanded with a whisper.
I did as I was told. Suddenly I felt a naked foot on my cock. Gina had pushed her ass forward in her chair to make her foot reach my dick, and her upper body clearly showed what she was doing with her feet. Her hands had a hold of the chair so she wouldn't fall down from it, and her cumcovered breasts were moving up and down as she was breathing hard. Luckily nobody was seated close to our table.
Gina kept massaging my dick with her feet, alternating between her left and right foot, while we drank our wine and talked about ourselves. Despite what we had been through the last few hours, we didn't know anything about each other. I learned she was 37 years old and had never been married. She also told me that she was 5'1" and weighed close to 200 pounds. I didn't ask for her height and weight, but she told me anyway. When I told her I was 18 years old she laughed and said she was old enough to be my mother. Before I could protest she lifted both her feet and stroked my cock with them, making me forget all about my protest. I told her about my ex-girlfriend, and how we had a huge fight and later broken up when I asked her to change positions the first time we'd had sex.
"She doesn't know what she missing," she laughingly said. This woman liked to laugh.
When our food came it was a waitress who served us. She was about 30 years old, the same height as me and a bit plump. Her waitress-uniform hugged her body, and made her curves obvious. She had red hair. Her tits were big, but not as big as Gina's. Her nametag told us her name was Susan.
Gina had still her foot on my cock and I was blushing furiously.
