Nancy walked into the local diner for coffee and dessert, waved to the waitress as she headed toward the back booth and passed several empty ones. It looked like she might be in luck. She just might have the back booths to herself. A girl's tinkling laughter sounded in front of her before Nancy got there though so she slipped into the next to last booth. Oh well.
She took out her sudoku puzzle book and picked one to work on. She loved the diner because even when it was filled with people, the high booth backs provided a great deal of privacy; but the couple behind her apparently thought they were more secluded than they were.
Nancy heard the young woman give a little choking cough.
"Are you okay?" a young man asked in a sweet, concerned voice.
"I'm fine," she replied. Nancy heard ice clink in a glass as if the woman had picked it up to drink. "My throat's just a little sensitive today."
"Because of what we did last night?"
"No, I didn't deep-throat you. I just took you in as far as I comfortably could. This is just normal because of my allergies."
"I do love it when you deep throat me though. I love everything you do to me."
Nancy colored. How disgusting! The things people talked about in public these days. She should complain, or at least clear her throat so the couple knew they were being overheard, but something made her hesitate.
"That was something last night, wasn't it?" The man spoke in a teasing voice.
Unbidden, a picture rose in Nancy's mind of his hand sliding over the woman's knee and her breath caught in her throat.
"Well, it
was
our wedding night."
Nancy heard a little sucking, smacking noise and could picture the way the woman had probably leaned in so her date could devour her mouth. She rolled her eyes. Why didn't people just get a room? Nancy closed her book to get up to move.
"What are you doing?" the young man asked, he laughed but his voice sounded a little shocked. The booth shook with a jarring motion as if the girl had bounced on the seat and she giggled.
"Just a little wedding present for you. Go on, smell them then put them in your pocket."
There was a pause then Nancy heard a low moan. She sat back down, riveted.
"Oh, mmm... you are such a tease, you know what the smell of your panties does to me."
Nancy felt color burning up her face as she pictured red silky panties held to the young man's face. What
would
it do to him? Nancy imagined there was some swelling in his trousers. She scolded herself. She shouldn't be listening to this! But, somehow, she couldn't seem to make herself get up and leave.
"What? You... we can't do that here!" The girl sounded like she was pretending to be shocked but was pleased with whatever was going on. "What if we get caught? Do you want to spend the rest of our honeymoon in jail?"
"Come on, you know you want me to. The booths are high, there's no one around us and I know just how to touch you. It won't take long to make you come."
Nancy heard a little struggle and a giggle from the girl.
"Is that a challenge?"
"How about a bet?"
"What are the stakes?"
"If I can make you come in the next five minutes, you go down on me before we leave this building."
Nancy's jaw dropped.
"And if I win?"
