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A little lunchtime tease

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 05 May 2001 0 comments
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A little lunchtime tease by The waiter takes our drink orders then leaves us alone at the table. It is lunchtime, so the streets are crowded with people passing in front of our table. I move my hand to your thigh, near the knee so that I can feel your skin, and lean over and whisper in your ear. "I can't believe you are doing this to me." As we entered the restaurant, you whispered in my ear that you had a little surprise for me. "What made you think that you could just go around without any panties on?" "A girl gets to have some fun too right?" you ask. "I can't let you have all the fun can I?" You say as your hand runs over the material covering my crotch. I scowl at you and scoot closer to you and the table. "What if someone saw that! You can't do that here!" I say, although unconvincingly. At least I don't seem like I like it too much, right? Soon, the waiter returns and you remove your hand and take a drink of your water while I order. "Naughty little girl," I think to myself. "I'll show her." We continue to talk until our food comes. The conversation if filled with little phrases of innuendo, but for now, you have stopped touching me and my penis has returned to normal. As we pick over the last remains of our lunch, I feel your hand against me again, pressing against my crotch. I look at you and you smirk back at me. Leaning over to me, you whisper, "I was just thinking about you Mike. I need you, but since we can't be together, I at least want you to be in as bad of shape as I am." I start as I feel you unzip my zipper. "Stop," I tell you. "We could get caught!" You hand has now opened my shorts and is sliding beneath the flap that conceals my cock. I move further beneath the little table cloth that covers the table, trying to hide your hand. I feel your hand against my flesh, pressing the palm of your hand against my cock as it firms beneath your grasp. Using the edge of one of your nails, you drag it gently from my head, down the shaft of my penis, over my balls. You take them into your hand and squeeze them gently, enough to be highly arousing without hurting me. Then your hand follows the line of my now fully tumescent shaft. You fingernail scraping gently up the shaft until it comes to rest above that sensitive spot on the underside of my cock. I look at you, still disbelieving that you would even do such a thing in public, but still very pleased. We glance at the passerbys in the street, but none seem to notice. You take the soft skin between your fingers and give it a slight pinch and a twist. I let out an involuntary gasp and quickly try to stifle it. My cock twitches beneath your hand as you gently press to fingers to my shaft and move them in a circular motion. I gasp for air almost imperceptibly, but the flexing of my cock tells you how aroused I am. With a quick motion, you pull my member from my shorts and it stands at attention in the warm air. I immediately try to squirm free and put it away, sure that someone will see this. You grab my shaft tightly, preventing me from doing anything. The pressure arouses me more and you can see the head swell when my penis flexes. Finally I relent, but I move closer to you hoping that between the table cloth and our bodies, the view will be completely shut off. You squeeze my shaft tightly, forcing a drop of precum from the tip. Using the tip of your finger you smear it over my head and rub it into my sensitive spot. The feel of the air on my penis, along with the danger of being seen intensifies every touch. You begin to pump you hand up and down my now-lubricated cock. You feel the muscles swell with my arousal from within your hand. Holding my cock in your hand begins to make your juices flow. You close your eyes and imagine being in bed with me. Using that same hand, holding my shaft as you lower your body onto it. You vagina aches as you imagine the feel of the huge cock that is in your hand, imagine how it would feel penetrating your body. You continue to pump my cock as it flex in your hand. My hips begin to move in rhythm with your hand, rocking almost imperceptibly as you pump me closer to orgasm. Then, as my muscles begin to flex in my body, and my breathing quickens, you slide my throbbing cock back into my shorts, zipping them. With a soft pat, you smile and say, "Now you feel like did, aching for me." You smile as I look at you with a longing look in my eyes. Oh, how I need to be inside of you. We eat quickly, exchanging conniving glances. The sexually charged conversation making it difficult to make it through the meal at best. Just wait till I can get you home...