She had welcomed this...invited it. Her mind sought rationality as it waded heavily through the lust.
She planned these evenings out weeks in advance: always alone and liking it that way.
But tonight...
Tonight as she sat at her table she had overheard the hostess tell this couple that their wait, without reservations, could be close to two hours; and so she had invited them to sit, and they had accepted.
...And now she found her hand on the man's thick cock, his wife (or was it girlfriend?) seemed oblivious as she sipped her wine and watched the dancers.
They had sat on either side of her in the cushioned horseshoe shaped booth...minutes after they had introduced themselves he had scooted closer to her, chatting easily, he smiled and said "I can't hear you over the noise."
She was instantly attracted to him. He was not a particularly handsome man but his gaze was direct and intense...There was something primal in his stare. She was not an innocent and recognized his desire...Her own rose in her like a slow wave. It burned in her belly almost numbing.
She hadn't objected when he had reached for her hand under the table and guided it to his already exposed and hard cock. It was so thick her hand could not close around it. She was finding it difficult to act naturally when all she could think of was taking that thickness in to her mouth.
As she rubbed him his glare never wavered...though the chatting had ceased.
She wanted him...badly.
