We go out to dinner. You pick out the restaurant. It is a quaint yet fancy place. The hostess shows us to our table and hands us the menus. As we scoot in close to each other at the table, your hand immediately rests on my knee. I look at you and coyly smile. I begin to look at the menu as your hand slides under my dress up my thigh. “I’ll be right back, Daddy. Ladies room,” I say.
“Okay, hurry back baby,” you reply.
In the ladies room, I remove my pantyhose and panties and place them in my purse thinking to myself that this is going to be the most incredible dinner of my life. I adjust my dress and return to the table next to you. My heart is pounding faster in anticipation. Your hand slides under my dress again. I open my legs to let your hand wander. “Mmm, you bad little girl,” you whisper. I smile again, pretending to look over the menu. Your fingers find their way through my heat to my clit. It is swollen and aching for you. You start rubbing it in small circles. I love your touch.
The waitress come by and asks, “Are you two ready to order?”
“Yes!” I almost shout, as your fingers are feeling so good.
“Okay, Ma’am, what will you have?” the waitress asks polity.
Your fingers move even faster and you tilt your head and look at me intently. My breathing gets heavier, “Ummmm,” I say as I try to think of something, anything but how wet my pussy is and how horny you make me.
“We’ll both have the special, and a bottle of your best wine,” you intervene.
“Very well, Sir,” the waitress says, giving me a look as she walks away.
You nibble my ear lobe and whisper, “Are you going to cum for me, baby?”
That sent tingles down my spine. I lick my lips and let out a slight quiet moan as I say “Yes, Daddy.” You focus your eyes on my face. Watching my expressions closely as you bring me closer and closer to climax. My eyes dart all over the restaurant, trying to see if anyone notices what we are doing. You don’t worry about that; you just keep rubbing me harder and faster.