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.
"Jayne, you with us? We're going to go to a bar and have a bit of a boogie quickly before we head home. You should come, get out that nervous energy you've been holding onto all night."
What the hell, I think. Dancing will be good for me, let me find a guy to grind on me and complete the fantasy for tonight.
Suddenly, I see him rise and head towards the bathrooms, it's now or never, I have to make my move.
"Girls, that sounds perfect, but I just need to head the bathroom quickly. I'll be right back."
I hurriedly rise from our booth and follow the stranger, with nothing more planned out then to follow him. As I turn the corner to where the bathrooms are I see him leaning against a wall, arms crossed over what I now see to be broad shoulders, his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows and on his forearms I can see his tattoos as they wind their way up his arms.
"I knew you wouldn't leave without saying goodbye." He purred, voice smooth like dark chocolate.
"I can't be long, I told my friends I'd only be a minute."
He moves towards me and leans over me as I press against the wall, hoping the back of my mind he says screw it and takes me right here, I don't care who catches us. In fact, I want to be caught, so, so, badly.