This is the first story and can either act as a standalone or as part of the series.
Please don't be too harsh, this is my first story.
As I sit in the restaurant I look around. I always love getting places early, ahead of my friends who are perpetually late. When I told the hostess it was a party of four I was waiting for in this quiet Tuesday night, she asked if it was alright if we sat in a booth, save the tables for those on dates. Fine by me. More than fine actually. The booths were higher, more secluded and against a wall which gave me the perfect view for my favourite waiting game: tease myself in public.
I spread my legs, just a little at first, then some more. And then slowly but surely, I lower my hand. Oh, how I love the thrill of someone possibly seeing me. As I look around the room at the late evening crowd I start to slowly stroke my thighs, all while gently lifting my skirt. When I make eye contact with a man clearly on a first date I move to the inside of my thigh, gently stroking up and down, ever so lightly. When I make eye contact with the middle aged woman dressed in business attire, she raises and eyebrow, which I return as my hand creeps higher continuing the light strokes. I let this go on for a while, feeling the anticipation build. Then a hot young server walks past, I doubt he's more then 20, but for 9pm on a weeknight, he's the youngest in the restaurant. As he passes I see him do a double take, my hand is below the table and I have a flushed look about me I'm sure, but when he turns back I'm smiling gently, hand where it was, now seemingly inconspicuous.
That, that was the moment I was looking for. I finally allow my fingers access to the place they longed for after all this waiting. As I gently place one finger down on my underwear clad pussy I feel a jolt pass through me. I give one stroke starting at the top and working my way all the way down to my slit, where I find I hav soaked through my underwear with anticipation. I continue this movement gently up and down with odd pushes of pressure here and there just to keep me on edge. As I continue to look around, I see an attractive man in this early 30's. He has a chilled jaw and broad shoulders, our eyes lock. It feels like he's looking right through me. I press harder. I imagine him being the one to tease me right now and I feel myself get wetter.
"Damn, my friends are really late tonight." I mutter to myself as I continue to stroke myself through my panties, suddenly. My eye candy's date arrives and I lose my daydream of being fucked hard on the booth table while the restaurant watched.
I keep scanning and then I see them. A couple, down to my left, they're playing gently with each other across the table, as I stare at them, something compels then to make eye contact with me. As we stare across the restaurant at each other, our respective touching gets more intense. I can't take it anymore. I have to dip at least one finger in before I get home.
I pull my underwear to the side, glad I decided to wear a small thong. I stroke my slit up and down a few times and just as I enter my finger I hear a deep voice next to whisper
"Oh yeah baby, stick it in, you know you've been waiting for it for long enough." I gasp, from a mix of fright and from beginning to fuck myself.
I turn to face my mystery voice and am greeted the most gorgeously emerald green eyes of my life and a continuing deep voice that says
"Don't stop on my account, please keep going, it is so ridiculously hot."
He turns away and sits back down in his booth, I continue to pump harder, tapping on my favourite spot and circling my thumb on my clit, I add another finger and go even deeper.
I've never been caught before, I'm ready to make myself cum right here when I remember that the game is only to tease, it's as I'm thinking this I look up and see the first of my friends across the room. I quickly disengage myself and make myself look presentable for a girls night dinner. I'm so close I'm tempted to keep teasing with them at the table, but I don't, it's not fair to them, it'd be creepy actually, but for a second I let myself imagine, legs spread, gently stroking while I engage in conversation, the possibilities are endless. But alas, they didn't consent, and I don't play like that, not with them that close.
As the night wore on I continued to think about the green eyed hunk sitting just an arms length away, his eyes were a deep emerald that seemed to glow outwards like a shining lagoon, and his jaw was chiseled enough to be a statue, and his lips. The way his lips looked so kissable as he whispered to me. I couldn't wait to get home and think of that face while I pounded myself into nothing more then a pile of orgasms. I wished to myself that I could've gotten his name, his number, his anything, but with my friends here it'd be too much.
My friend Candice pulled me out of my revere.
