Eating Out

I slide into the booth first; your hand brushing the hem of my skirt causing it to raise up just enough to grab the man's attention at a table behind us. His drink frozen in midair as he watched the scene unfold. His eyes refocused when I sat down and the two of you locked eyes. A grin plastered on your face as you shifted into the seat next to me. Hearing him choke on that drink made you chuckle quietly to yourself. Looking over at me you see the question on my face. You brush my hair back over my shoulder and whisper in my ear "I'll tell you later." your lips pressing against my temple quickly as your hand slips over my thigh.

The waitress wanders up at that moment to grab drink orders and your hand wiggles down between my legs while you order with a smile. She's running through the specials of the day holding your attention. I lean in and whisper in your ear, lips grazing against your skin, "Do you feel how wet I am?"

The waitress was just standing there waiting for you to respond. I giggled lightly and responded with "We're going to need a minute, love."

Your grip on my thigh tightened as she walked off, "You'll pay for that later." A sparkle of excitement in your eyes.

"Promise?" You feel me shift next to you spreading my legs a little further apart. My fingers were wandering the back of your neck as you were studying the menu. Your fingers were casually exploring the crease in my thighs.

Our waters show up and our server stands there expectantly. You quickly order a couple appetizers and she dispatches herself back to input our order. Your fingers dug into my clit as she turned away, causing me to squirm in response to the pressure.

You laugh into your drink. Your left-hand reaches over catching my chin to look into my eyes. "You really do look amazing."

I lean in tugging on your neck to kiss you, nibbling your lip slightly. "I know."

We both break out in laughter. You check over your shoulder to check on homeboy across the way and he's still looking and trying so hard to not be obvious.

Your fingers are still exploring me and I feel like you're not paying a lot of attention. But then I feel your finger slip into my soaking pussy all at once. My body stiffened and I yelped slightly. Catching the man's attention with a desperate look in his eye. I grabbed your hand and slid it up to my lips sucking slightly on your fingertip. "I always taste better on you." and I let your hand wander again raking my nails lightly over your skin. You're applying pressure to the different parts of my legs. Leaning down and squeezing my calves and feeling me melt into the seat next to you.

My eyes refocus getting back to business, noticing that I was losing ground. "Let's talk about these repercussions." A smirk crawled across your face at that. All at once, you spread my knees apart and my breath catches in my throat. Your fingernails scratching lightly at my thighs.

"You let me worry about that. Your only job is to stay dripping wet." The last three words punctuated by kisses along my neck.

Our friend got up and walked past us to head to the restroom trying to catch a glimpse of anything at all. Craning his neck to catch a view. As he disappears into the restroom you explain the encounter from before.Your fingertips are dancing against me again waiting for my water glass to be pressed to my lips again before slipping a finger back inside me. You see my body shift but I grab your hand and hold you in place... "I can't wait until you fill me up. But for now... Just look at what you do to me." My nipples are hard under my top as I slip your fingers out with a sigh. Your fingers are soaking wet.

I spot our server prepping our food and tap your shoulder "Let me up?" I'm already pressuring you out of the booth before I finish asking.

You chuckle and shift some things around so standing isn't too much of a struggle or a show and eventually give way to me. You're standing at just the right angle to end up directly behind me when I stand up. My body grazes against you feeling how hard you are for me as I get up. You catch my hips and land a quick peck on my cheek. Taking the opportunity with the other table's view blocked, your hand slips under my skirt as I get up and gives my ass a light squeeze. "Hurry back."

On my way to the restroom our friend is walking back to his table. I make sure he sees what I'm rifling for in my bag and he almost runs into someone at an adjacent table. I check back over my shoulder before disappearing and sure enough you're staring with an eyebrow raised. I just flash you a smile and go on about my business.

You see me walking back from the restroom thinking about how the hem of my skirt hits just the perf- *ding* you check your phone with every intention of ignoring it until you see it's from me. Opening it up as I make it to the table you are staring at a picture of the accessory I brought. I'm bent over In front of the mirror in the middle of the restroom, skirt hiked up, ass out so you can see the plug sparkle.

You've taken the inside position in the booth and our snacks have arrived. I cock my head a little. The only answer you provide is holding your hand out to pull me in next to you. I sit down a little far away from you, casually focusing on the food in front of us.

"Cute." Your hands grab my hips and pin me up next to you. Your arm around my shoulders.

I noticed you're waiting for me to be done with my bread. So, when I finish my bite I look over at you. You hit me with a quick kiss and grab my hand as it grazes your chin. Only then did I notice your napkin was covering your lap. You make quick work of putting my hand under it.

"Sir,..." my hand closes around your mostly firm cock. "Well, looks like I've got some work to do."

I hear a deep breath release out of you feeling my hand stroke from the base of your shaft over your tip. Precum transferring to my fingers. Your fingers dig into my waist. I bring my hand up to taste you pausing because I want you to watch me. But, you're playing hard to get. Just going about your snacks. I hook my hand under your jaw to turn you towards me as I slip your mess over the tip of my tongue.

Your eyes narrow and in a low gravelly tone you mutter "we've gotta go".

"But the snacks!" I feign disappointment before you catch my chin and kiss me deeply.

You're flagging our server down for the check as soon as you release me.