Her Turn
Chapter Five
Once we headed out, I had on the skirt and wanted, (which is not a lot to it) the blouse which wasn't a deep v neck, but sheer enough to know I had no bra, and stockings, garter belt, and heels. We had to take my car and he wanted to drive, so I let him drive and all the way there he was playing around. If not with my legs, it was with my boobs. He did enough, that it was easy to make out my nipples. I think that's why he kept doing it.
Then he pulled into what I would call a bit of a seedy bar/restaurant. He smiled at me and said, "I hear they have great food here," so he got out and led me in. It was an older place with a mixed crowd, but as we walked in, I felt everybody was looking at us. A male waiter waited on us and led us to a table that was off to the side, but where all could stare at us.
I mentioned to him that I felt out of place here with everyone staring at us. He laughed it off and said, "They are just jealous of us." I thought to myself, or because I'm half naked. He ordered us drinks to have while waiting for our food. He was in a good mood, joking, and playing sound, but most of his jokes dealt with sex.
Being nervous I kept working on my drink, so he ordered a new one for us. I noticed the waiter bringing our food our way, but just then I felt him put his hand on my inner thigh and slid his hand up. The skirt was so short and he pulled on my thigh, as he had found my pussy. I shot him a look and he whispered, "He can't see my hand," but then he was there putting the food on our table. All the time I felt his finger going inside of me and while the waiter talked, he kept fingering me. He smiled and joked with the waiter as he played away.
After he walked away, I asked him, "What are you doing? Someone might see us!"
"I don't care if they do, but will they know, and see, that you're my little, slutty whore?"
"You can stop calling me that!"
"No, you are my whore and you love this black cock," he said as he pulled my hand to it. I immediately noticed that he was aroused and a bit hard, and anyone who saw him, would know it too. As we ate, he kept making time to feel me up or brush my tits, just to keep nipples hard.
We finished eating, and while the waiter took plates away, my pussy was getting fingered deep. The problem was he did it so much that is got a bit wet. "I think you need to stop that before I lose it," I said to him.
He picked up the temp playing with it, "Well, my little whore, that's the plan, for you to cum all over my hand right here."
"You can't be serious," I said to him and that's when he pulled legs farther apart and played harder, as he asked me, "Do you think I'm serious now?"
I didn't know what to do without making a scene. We still had enough people keeping an eye on us, most of them were white couples, and probably wondered what it was with us. But he kept playing away and I was getting closer every second.
"Oh, damn, you need to stop," I whispered to him, but he again pulled my legs apart and played harder. I couldn't stop it, I ended up clamping my legs tight, trapping his hand as I came right there at the table, as he smiled at me. I think anyone looking at me knew what was going on.
We had a few drinks and I think he was, maybe, feeling it now. "I need to go to the ladies room to clean up," I said to him, so he let go of me and pulled his wet hand off me. He leaned over and gave me a big long kiss, but as he did, he had his hand playing with my boobs between us, were no one could see it. Yes, my nipple was hard and poking my blouse and it was very noticeable. "But I have to go clean up," I told him, but then he laughed and patted my bare leg.
"While you head to the ladies room, keep an eye out for someone that may want to see more."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Before we leave, I want them to know you're THIS BLACK MAN's WHORE! And that his whore doesn't wear panties," he said as he started to laugh.
"Are you serious?"
