"When you asked me if I wanted to grab something to eat, I thought you meant pickup, not a restaurant." Ketna commented idly as they were guided to their table. "I didn't think you ate regular food."
"You're right, I don't eat in the usual sense, nothing more creative than drinks and nutrition pastes. I do it solely for the social element." Though R'Vindr knew where he was going without the host's guide, he kept a steady stride beside Ketna.
"Often enough to have a 'usual table', even." Ketna nodded a thank you to the host and slid herself on one side of the booth seating.
"What can I say, if I enjoy the service they get my repeat business." R'Vindr slid in along the other side, closing the gap between them on the booth bench.
The host that had guided them left a menu with Ketna and bowed to leave her to look it over before they were served. Ketna glanced over the options but found herself unable to focus on what was there, something had been nagging at her since they arrived.
"Why does this feel like a setup." She stared at R'Vindr pointedly though the effect was likely lost behind the face-covering that masked her.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." R'Vindr deflected with a cadence that rang both earnest and performative.
Ketna was quiet for a few beats, but any further suspicions she had would have to be stowed for later, as their waitress appeared in that brief moment of quiet. She was already carrying two glasses of water for the table.
"R'Vindr! Always good to see you, I take it, nothing new and exciting for you?" The waitress announced with a pleasant energy. She sat the glasses down on the table in front of the two of them after she spoke.
"No, just what I always have."
"Gotcha," The waitress nodded and turned her attention to Ketna. "Can I get you anything special to drink while you're making your decision? We have an excellent selection of wine, even stellar imports and spirits." She offered cheerily.
"Just the water, for now- you have mazotel cutlets?" Kenta's eyes grazed the word on the menu, surprised she had seen it at all.
R'Vindr's hand brushed up against Ketna's thighs, halting at the exuberance Ketna proclaimed at the particular menu item.
"We sure do!" The waitress responded with a smile. "Fresh as you can get for an interstellar import-"
"Can I get the mazotel steak platter," Ketna cut off the waitress' pitch, already sold on it, perhaps a bit too enthusiastic about the discovery of its existence on the menu. "And I'd like to add a second steak, easy on the seasoning for the steak. Everything else is fine. Oh, and rare for both the steaks, please"
R'Vindr tilted his head, his hand still stalled next to Ketna's thigh, perplexed by Ketna's order and insistence, but said nothing about it.
The waitress, polite and practiced in manners of customer interaction, tempered her voice but her raised brow indicated she was equally perplexed by the order. "Mazotel steak dinner with an extra steak and cooked rare." She repeated back. "If you're interested, we have a lovely red wine that pairs well with that dish."
"No thank you, I'll stick with the water."
"You got it! I'll have those in and next time you see me, I'll have your food for you." The waitress gathered the single menu and returned to the kitchen to deliver the order.
R'Vindr didn't wait for the waitress to leave earshot before asking what hung in his mind. "Two steaks?"
Ketna stalled the answer, waiting for the waitress to leave earshot and glancing around before she answered R'Vindr.
"You know how I have unusually high stamina for a human? Well, that extra stamina requires that I eat enough to keep up with it."
"Duly noted." R'Vindr nodded, then made his own visual sweep of their area.
"Since we'll be waiting for a bit-" He leaned in, wrapping an arm around Ketna's waist before sliding his hands up the slit of Ketna's dress. "I know exactly how we should pass the time."
"Was this the reason you strongly insisted I wore something dress-like today? Easy access to my legs?" Ketna let her legs part a little for him, leaning against R'Vindr's side as she did. R'Vindr's fingers teased along the outside of her underwear while they bantered.
"Like you weren't hoping for this exactly." R'Vindr spread her thighs further by grabbing one and sliding it over his own. "I refuse to believe that you're that naive as to not expect this would be the natural result of your attire. I refuse to believe you're naive at all."
"Yes, you got me, this is exactly what I was hoping for." She sighed contently as R'Vindr's fingers continued to slide back and forth, slowly increasing the pressure over time. "How far were you planning on taking this?" Her own hand found its way between R'Vindr's thighs.
The hand closest to hers snapped up and grasped it, preventing her from teasing him of her own accord. "Did I tell you to do that?" R'Vindr's voice held warning, making it clear he was the lead in the events. But the hand at Ketna's loins had not stopped its teasing.
"I doubt you'd just get me off without getting something out of it for you." Ketna shuddered as she finished her sentence, R'Vindr's fingers made a marked effort to feel for the clit that hid behind her lips.
"You're right, I do have plans to get something out of this for myself. Here-" R'Vindr returned Ketna's hand to his crotch. "Get my dick out and I'll show you."
The visor hid Ketna's brow raise behind it, but she did as instructed, unfastening R'Vindr's pants revealing the dick inside. It wasn't one of the usual models she had been with before, there was a unique shape and base to it she couldn't quite figure out. It was still retracted so it wasn't clear enough what the difference was. It didn't respond to her touch like anyone else, R'Vindr determined if and when he wanted to feel anything, and in this moment, he had decided not to.
Ketna was about to ask what she should do next when R'Vindr's fingers slipped under the cloth to finger her directly. As soon as they had slipped in, they slid back out again, and both hands adjusted to slide under her thighs, lifting her off the bench seat.
"Wait-" Ketna caught on to exactly what he was planning to do as she was lifted up and over his lap. "Here, now?" She glanced around nervously but tried not to move too quickly. "We're really going to do this?" She spoke in a forceful but low voice to emphasize her feelings of urgency.
"You didn't have a problem with it when it was just my hands."
"Yes, because we were still seated at the table, close but relatively normal to anyone looking over." Ketna's voice became more urgent but she made an effort to keep her voice low to prevent drawing any attention. "We can't exactly be discreet if I'm bouncing up and down on your lap."
"You seem distressed but you've yet to stop me." Fingers wrapped down under her thigh, parting her lips to permit the tip of his dick to slide between them. He released his grip slowly, letting her own weight fall on him, driving his dick deeper into her. "Besides, we can do this completely still." He let her go, Ketna planted squarely on his lap with his dick inside her.
R'Vindr leaned his head close to her, and at the same time she felt his dick extending deeper into her, but the distance she maintained and his own hips remained in the same place. "It does all the work, and we don't have to move our hips at all. Very convenient for concealing our activities."
Ketna felt the dick slide back down then extend fully into her again, all with no movement from herself or R'Vindr. After being warmed up by R'Vindr's actions just moments ago, her body welcomed the sensation of being filled. She moaned softly, bracing herself against his arms as she let herself sink on R'vindr's lap. He had specifically attached this dick knowing full well their plans for the day. She was right, this was a setup.
Still worried about their surroundings, Ketna looked back to the path where she knew the kitchen doors were. "What about the waitress? Can't we wait till after we get our food? What if someone complains?"
"I chose the back corner for a reason," he raised his hands up from her thighs. "But if you're really that worried you're welcome to leave."
Ketna remained quiet, weighing the potential time they had left for the food to arrive, and how obscured they were, all the while keenly aware of his dick inside her. She didn't exactly want to leave, now, not with the state she was in. They could get away with a quickie, right?
"Alright, before the waitress gets back." As much as she didn't want to accidently sexually harass any of the staff, she couldn't deny the excitement of the situation added to her arousal.
R'Vindr chuckled, placing his hands back at Ketna's hips. "Oh, we have plenty of time."
Keeping Ketna's hips in place, R'Vindr made the dick inside her move to its full length inside at a more alarming speed than the test before, causing her to gasp. "All you have to do is keep quiet and sit still, and no one will notice." He emphasized this by pressing down firmly at her hips.
The commanding of what to do served to fan the flames which gave her hope they would be done well before the waitress returned. Ketna rested herself back against R'Vindr's chest, allowing her body to relax into the rhythmic thrusting that had carried on inside. "You're not wrong… this is certainly convenient." She commented in a hushed tone.
"Isn't it? Makes it so much easier to have discreet sex, among other little conveniences."
Ketna felt the pace quicken inside, R'Vindr's hand moved from her hip to abdomen, placing pressure against it, emphasizing the internal friction. Ketna rested herself more heavily against him in return.
