I had known Sally for some time and we had got to the point where we were getting into some really naughty and teasing practical jokes, some of which were quite adventurous. I.e., one evening we went out wearing short skirts and commando.
Visiting a Pub, someway away from home, we sat on high bar stools, and chatted away until we caught the eye of a couple of young men giving us the eye. As I was facing in their direction my intent was to initially flash a little thigh but with this short skirt I perhaps flashed a little pussy. Sally slowly started caressing her way up my thigh, not all the way, just enough to pique the interest of these obviously admiring onlookers. It didn't take long for the oglers to approach and as they got near, Sally and I kissed each other, and I do mean KISSED! Finished our drinks, and smilingly left.
It was fun being naughty and gave us quite a giggle on the way to our next venue; dinner at a very nice restaurant in Sevenoaks.
The Maitre D showed us to our table which to our delight, although still public, was in a secluded corner of the establishment. Sally excused herself to go the Restroom, but I told her no, that she was to cook it for a while, at least until the waiter came to take our order. Sally pleaded with me for a moment but it was then that the wine waiter arrived to take our drink orders and Sally's bubbling bladder was not complimented as he filled our water glasses. Her face was a picture but I kept her there until our waiter had taken our order, after which, as I drank some of my water, dribbling just a little down my front and wiping it off, was when I asked her:
"Darling, do you still need to use the Restroom, or are you OK now?"
"Aimie, if I don't go now I am going to pee on the floor!"
So" Drinking a little more, I continued:
"Oh now we don't want that do we, so you best go."
With that, Sally, obviously squeezing her thighs very tight, was up and gone. Mm, I do love being Domme!
After some while Sally returned and decided to sit opposite to me, it was at this point that the food arrived and she was quiet for a short while.
"Feel better my love?"
With a grin she replied "You bet your hard, beautiful nipples I do!"
I couldn't help but laugh and as I did so, beneath the table cloth I felt her shoe-less feet removing my left shoe, lifting my leg a hand slid my foot up the inside of her thigh until I felt the planter aspect come flat onto her, I must say, very wet Pussy. Momentarily rubbing it against herself she now guided my big toe not only to, but into, her cunt, which I now realised she must have fingered open whilst she was in the Restroom, because my toes entered her oh so easily.
As two ladies would, we with graceful English manners, proceeded to eat our meals as my left foot fucked this ever increasingly wet cunt. Every now and then Sally would place her hands on the table and take a deep breath a sign that she was close to orgasm. This was an opportunity I could not let pass. Slowly, and I have to say, somewhat reluctantly, I withdrew my foot. Sally sighed, I believe with relief, as my planter foot now gently stroked her lips.
Smiling, Sally whispered a thank you, not aware that I was not done and as I blew her a kiss my great toe now settled upon her engorged clit. Sally looked at me, surprise on her face, I proceeded to softly manipulate her clit and as she took a deep breath I blew her another kiss as her hands, once again pushed down onto the table and her orgasm hit her just at the right moment! Right, because the waiter had just returned to ask if all was well? In reply I told him:
"Oh this is amazing, wonderful!"
He smiled and left just as Sally's orgasm was flushing to its end!
Breathing deeply Sally looked at me, and although she was quite flushed, she was at least smiling as she told me:
"Aimie, phew, you are so bad!"
