We meet up in front of your house. I gently open the door, waiting for you at the car as you step out in your red dress. I feel charmed, you look beautiful and stunning. I stare at you in awe as you step closer to me and lift my chin to close my gaping mouth.
You smile as you know it's a great start already for the night. You thank me and get into the car, being the passenger princess and putting your seatbelt on. I join you and start driving to the restaurant for our reservation, glancing over your sexy legs every now and then as you're provocative in it and you are aware of how sexy I find you.
We reach to the restaurant and I open the door for you then let you ahead, and give you my arm so you can hold onto. You wrap your arms around it and follow me to the reception where we are led to the table. It's apparently in a not so well-lit corner, where we can sit on a couch like part in privacy. We get our drinks given and people are surrounding the restaurant soon enough. It was getting to that top hour. We discuss about our days, how it's good to hang out again and then the magic happens...
I slide my hand in between your inner thighs and rub you. Your face lit up brighter than the romantic candle on our table. I show you the quiet symbol and just keep going... you squirm a bit in surprise but you just spread then the legs for me. I slide higher up and rub my hand against your thong that is getting slowly soaked.
I slowly slide my hand in and lean in, kissing you softly to not draw too much attention as I muffle your moans while rubbing your wetness. Your hand on my leg, rubbing me through my jeans. You are upset how the fine material just locks my cock away from you but you can trace the bonerline perfectly... You know it's so close yet so far. You look around after the kiss, analyzing if anyone is peeking and then you slowly move my hand away and undo my belt and jeans.
I smile at you and remind you that we are in public but it seems you don't seem to care at this point. You just pull my cock out and lean in, starting to suck on me... I see the waitress approaching with our food so I just put my jacket over you as cover. She looks around as I smile her in the face, knowing how slowly and teasingly you are sucking me as she asks me about dessert, as it takes a bit of time to prepare due to the guests. I order us some pancakes and I place my hand on top of your head to keep you muffled further as you seem to just not stop and keep going lower and being messy... My jeans are already soaked and I can feel your tits being out as they're pressed too comfortably against my leg.
The lady leaves and I smile and wave her goodbye as I lift the tablecloth to reveal you...
A sloppy, mascara ruined face on that ginger head of yours as you glance up at me innocently with your eyes like you are about to be robbed of your favourite toy. I tell you that dinner is going to get cold if you don't stop and you give me a bratty attitude saying you're not hungry all of a sudden...