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Conversation by JulesJill: Like what? The fact that my pussy is bulging and is so wet, that I may indeed ruin the chair? The fact that I am looking at this amazing cock that is so full of strength, that I am aching to have it so far inside my puss that it comes out my mouth? That kind? Jill: I am not the writer - remember? Jules: That is nice... Jules: I meant more what you would like to see happen in the story Jill: okay... one handed typing now Jules: Here...I have an idea Jules: You get a call at work and it is the handsome fella you've been seeing for awhile now Jules: He tells you to meet him at a very trendy restaurant at 8 Jules: Wear a short skirt and no panties are the last words out of his mouth before he hangs up the phone Jill: okay - no panties Jules: You get home after work...shower change...slip on a nice dress, no panties and just the chill of the air against you as you walk outside shoots little tingles from your clit up through your nipples Jules: you can feel them start to throb Jules: grinning as you drive to the restaurant...feeling a little naughty you make sure to give the valet a nice little flash as you slide your feet onto the street...knees spread a little too wide and sitting in that position for a little too long Jill: Like it Jill: Getting wetter and the clit is starting to bulb Jules: he gets an eyeful and you run your fingers along the line of his gaping jaw and say "Thanks darlin'...do handle it with care...it's a stick...” Letting the back of your right hand just brush against his crotch as you walk past Jules: you notice your little show has had quite the effect on the young lad... Jules: Walking through the door you can't help but let your mind wander to a picture of the valet bent over running his nose along the still warm leather of the seatbottom...looking for a hint of your scent Jules: Smiling as you enter the restaurant you see your boyfriend seated at the table dead center in the middle of the dining room...usually set for 4 it is reduced to two and the small grin on his face wipes away the image of the valet stroking himself off in the parking lot.... His cheek pressed into the seat of your car... Jules: You take your seat and exchange small talk as the waiter brings by great wine and menus Jules: Moving too slow? Jules: Want to get to the action right away? Jill: No, I have had 2 now.... And I have lost the sensation in my lips...I love the way you write Jill: Do it however you like Jules: Thank you...good ones I hope Jules: Ah but I am writing for you at the moment... Jill: You are the one who is giving me this treat. You should these breasts Jules: you need to tell me Jill: At full attention Jill: You know exactly what I like Jules: You should press them against your nice chilled sliding glass door...helps cool them down Jill: I love to touch myself when I feel like this...my arms, my face...keep going, please Jill: hi neighbors Jules: Ha... Jill: Remember, there are no curtains - only sheers Jules: Sipping on the wine you begin to relax, but can feel your dress riding up and most of your bare thighs and ass are in direct contact with the rich leather of the seat Jules: Even better.... Maybe inspire one of the neighbors Jill: perhaps.... So how is my leather doing? I like the feel of the pull from the leather Jules: You can hear the squeaks as you adjust yourself in the seat and savor the sensation of the way it clings and tugs at your skin Jill: and my date...? Jules: More small talk and as you look around the restaurant it seems as though the other tables have been set around this one and it is on display to the rest of the floor Jill: can he sense my pleasure? Jules: Of course...that's why he picked this place... Jules: He knows that you know something is going to happen here and don't know what...but are excited by the prospect Jill: as she giggles with anticipation.... Jill: I am, you know Jill: time for round 3 Jill: I need a mouth mouse Jules: The bread comes and you order appetizers and the main course...the top of his shoe stroking the back of your naked calf...his freshly polished shoeleather a smooth, silky contrast to the grain of your seat Jill: hmm Jules: The wine starts to work it's magic and he tells you to unbutton another button on your blouse Jill: shall I answer or just read? Jules: Up to you Jill: k Jules: You are now showing just enough breast to see the top edge of lace from your brassiere...the curve and swell on a display that takes a second look to really see Jules: but that second look is an eyeful Jules: you can feel the warmth and moisture starting to form between your legs as the appetizers arrive... Jules: you share from each other's plates...each feeding the other alternately playfully sloppy and slow sensuousness Jules: when he drops his fork laughing Jill: teaser... Jules: You both chuckle and he says, "I'll be right back" as he ducks under the table Jill: Oh yes. Lunch Jules: his hands closing over the tops of your feet, you stiffen in a second of "Ohhhhh boy" Jules: his fingertips running along the back of your calves... Jules: tickling the back of your knees...sliding up and over the top of your thighs...slowly spreading your legs as they make their way down Jules: you feel yourself opening and give an extended sigh before you realize that almost everyone in the restaurant can see the look on your face Jules: his lips brush against the inside of your right lower leg as his thumbs reach the thick tendons of your crotch Jill: Hey peach - I am hearing dings, but no text Jules: the cool skin of his thumbs and fingers making you tense and the warm breath from his nose against the naked skin of your leg shiver Jules: Where did you get left off? Jill: at his fingers running along the back of my calves. I deleted the top Jill: I saved it however, for future playing Jules: tickling the back of your knees...sliding up and over the top of your thighs...slowly spreading your legs as they make their way down Jules: you feel yourself opening and give an extended sigh before you realize that almost everyone in the restaurant can see the look on your face Jules: his lips brush against the inside of your right lower leg as his thumbs reach the thick tendons of your crotch Jill: more sighing now Jules: Get that? Jill: uh huh Jill: Well my neighbors now know my naked back Jules: Ha Jules: The 5 O'clock shadow is a harsh contrast to the smoothness of his lips as they run along the inside of your thigh Jill: I love all these textures Jules: the scraping causing an uncontrollable gritting of your teeth...you attempt to compose yourself, being in plain view and all and reach for your wine and though you would like to reach below and run your fingers through his hair and feel him moving, you slide your hand back to the fork and continue to eat the scrumptious appetizer before you Jules: his fingers have slid under your dress and down around the outside cheeks of your ass...running along the bottom edge of your thighs and back down to your knees as his face continues to provide your smooth inner thighs with alternating kisses Jules: soft, dry pecks, lingering wet suckles, little dabs of the tip of his tongue Jules: on each thigh switching as he gets closer and closer... Jill: I have now lost the use of my right hand... Jill: totally numbed myself out here.... Jules: you can feel your wetness running down...the little trickle tickling Jill: I may resort to vegetables... Jules: Go for the Cuke Jill: zucchini Jill: longer Jules: Ah Jill: ewwh - cold Jill: saran time Jules: You are taking a long sip of wine as his nose reaches the hairs of your pussy Jill: falk;fja -- Jules: softly brushing the outside edge of one swollen lip Jill: that was my breast typing sorry Jules: No problem... Jill: everything is running now Jules: You can't hear it above the tinkling of plates and glasses...conversation and laughter...but you can feel it..his "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" as he rubs his face and lips against your steaming pussy Jules: Your hips lifting to try and meet his face...get more contact...fighting the urge to reach beneath the table to pull the skin of your pussy back and spread your lips... Jules: leave your clit out...exposed for him to suck on Jill: okay Jill: its a hhhmmmgg sound now Jill: It is so ripe, peach... Jules: Yummy... Jules: I'm trying to get the flow of the words right and I'm getting stuck so hang in there Jill: I think the zuck will be squash soon, all this lifting and pulling Jill: I'm fine doll Jill: I will be salad - lol. Oh I love this feeling. You need to be a woman for just one time to understand Jill: it's electric - that is the best description I can give Jules: But you leave your hands in their proper place...on the table..idly pushing around a piece of bread on a plate of olive oil...you can feel his hot breath against you...his tongue running along your lips, strategically avoiding your clitty Jules: you grit your teeth a little in a luxurious frustration trying to maneuver just your hips so he'll somehow rub against your swollen little pear Jules: pearl Jill: I like the pear reference Jules: ripe and juicy Jill: just like my lips - a little grainy but so full of texture and moisture Jules: Just as you are about to reach under the table and grab his hair and cram his face into your crotch the waiter stops at the table and asks if you are ready to order the main course... Jill: the taste is evolving...gets stronger with each bite Jill: bastard Jill: he should be careful or he'll get his cock sucked on the spot Jill: talk about a free meal Jules: No shit Jill: sorry to interrupt Jules: Dessert and a tip Jules: Looking over at the empty seat he asks where your companion went Jules: You breathily reply..."He had to go the men's room" Jules: trying to keep your composure you flounder for the menu and start to order and though you knew it was coming, it doesn't stop the wave of sensation as his fingers spread your slippery lips sliding your clit from beneath it's little hood to be surrounded by the warm soft sucking of his lips as you begin to speak Jules: I'd liiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeek...in one long breath you say as your knuckles whiten around the fork and sink into the vinyl padding of the menu folder...dropping the fork you cough hard, trying to cover the body shake and you drop the menu and take a nice long drink of water Jill: hahah - oh yes, choke is right Jules: The waiter looks at you quite confused and asks if you are alright...you look flushed...you miss the last part of his sentence as a long warm tongue starts to slowly stroke the length of your clit...from tip to base...the edge of his tongue digging in nice and deep at the base an swirling around in a dizzying, maddeningly slow pace Jules: You fumble your way through the ordering process as a finger begins to slide between your wet lips...the wetness echoing in your ears and you wince slightly wondering if the waiter can hear...if he knows what's going on... Jules: a firm, stroking finger...a welcome contrast to the delicious, but slowly stroking tongue...you can feel him reaching...twisting inside of you...curling his finger as he pulls it out...rubbing along the front wall...pulling out the wetness...you can feel it against the knuckle of his ring finger as it rubs your gooey nectar against your clenching rosebud Jill: can I have...oops Jules: You almost scream as you feel your bursting clit sucked between his lips...those lips rubbing along the length of it's tiny shaft...the suction drawing more blood...the rocking of his head back and forth...his tongue beginning to batter it with fast butterfly strokes as another finger gets twisted up into your now scorching pussy Jill: perfect Jill: and there is no visible sign of sweat on my face...? Jill: LOL Jill: I am not usually this quiet.. Jules: The waiter asks if the gentleman is okay...he seems to have been gone for an awfully long time...gritting your teeth into a smile...unconsciously grabbing handfuls of tablecloth you assure him that the gentleman is doing just fine... Jill: as the neighbors know my breasts Jill: just fine --- fine and fucking dandy Jules: The waiter excuses himself and your friend under the table takes that as a cue to begin working you in earnest Jules: His fingers begin to fuck and pump in a hard, steady rhythm...his pinky finger stroking the edge of your navel as the rest of his fingers pull the skin of your pussy back tighter...his thumb anchoring the base of your clit and gently rocking it with a rhythm of it's own...one that matches the stroking and sucking of his lips and tongue...he knows how to get you off...he knows just what you like...how you like to be eaten...how much the thrill of having this done to you under the tablecloth in front of all these people makes you even hotter...he won't let you get away with not cumming Jules: You notice a rhythmic clinking and see that you are the cause of it...the little thrusting of your hips is jiggling the table enough to jar the ice in the glasses and the plates... Jill: okay this is good Jill: I have switched to the cuke now, I squashed the zuch Jill: I am having such a good time...hmmmph Jules: You try to fight it...you don't know if you can be quiet enough...as much as it turns you on it might be embarrassing if you really let it rip Jill: Oh Sally Jules: but that idea goes out the window as you feel his pinky finger slowly sliding past the ring of muscle in your ass Jill: oh yes, that is the way I like it Jill: need the bigger fingers though Jules: The color fades from the restaurant...a semi-blackness not unlike the sensation before one faint comes over you...only this is not a feeling of collapse, but one of power and explosion...you can feel you tummy muscles tightening spasmodically...a barely audible moan rises from the back of your throat and your hands pull the tablecloth tighter almost knocking over the wine and water glasses...your hips start bucking harder than you wanted...your pussy starts squeezing his fingers harder than you expected... Jill: I have now just fucked my ass with a cucumber...what are you doing to me sir? Jules: You don't care anymore...you want to rip off your blouse and show the world your tits...you want to see everyone watching and everyone getting hard or wet looking at you getting off...images of men standing up and stroking their cocks as they look at you and women fingering their nipples...rubbing their pussies and spreading their legs...couples clearing tables and doing each other..float through your head Jules: Taking one final breath you try to steel yourself as the wave crashes down around you and you surrender to a teeth gritting, neck straining cum... Jules: your feet kicking the underside of the table...letting the bottom hidden half of you go wild to make up for the semblance of composure you are keeping facing the crowd of the restaurant Jill: keep going - I am there again Jill: I love to fuck this way Jules: the shudders are barely visible but the lack of physical movement and restraint sets off a fireball through the whole of your body...starting at your clit and blasting through your pussy...down your legs and through your tits...your nipples bursting...the whole sensation washing through your mind and the curtain of blackness tinged with colors starts to close around you again... Jules: but you are past the peak now...no screaming...no loud moans...just a long...hard, jerking exhale... Jill: and now I am starving Jules: You can feel sweat making the fabric of your dress cling to you...you look down, still shuddering mildly as his fingers rock ever so slightly back and forth inside you...waiting...knowing...his lips kissing the nest of hairs above your pussy and the top of your thighs softly and gently... Jill: I need to kiss him now.. Jill: I feel great. Thank you Jill: Really Jill: I've said this before, but I love the way you write...it is so sensual. I know I was there. I actually have been it that situation before, so you must have read my mind. Good, good friend that you are. This is perfect. Jill: You gave me 5. kewl Jules: You take a deep breath and reach for the napkin and gently pat away some of the sweat around your neck and temples...the shuddering finally past and gone like wisps of clouds...a deeper breath brings a feeling of relaxation and warm glowing release...his fingers gently sliding from you...he places a kiss on the top of either foot and begins to slide away...you look around and see that nobody seems to have noticed...an occasional glance from a man with a raised eyebrow, not too sure of what he's seen...a disapproving glance from a woman at a table across the way...your gentleman is sitting at the table again gently patting his mouth with a napkin when your gaze returns in his direction...he smiles and takes a sip of water and says, ”Nothing like starting a great meal with a hot dessert." A playfully evil grin spreads across his lips and the both of you burst out in a spontaneous laugh as the waiter arrives with your food and just like that you are once again just two people enjoying a meal at one of the city's trendiest restaurants Jules: You gotta have closure Jules: Glad you had fun!!! Jill: absolutely Jill: Fun!! What an understatement. With all the stress I have had lately - - what a release Jules: It wasn't easy on the produce section though Jill: so what. I'll make soup Jill: Or did Jill: Thanks pal. Jules: Haaaa Jules: That's a good one Jill: Wish I had your talent. Tell you what. Jill: You find a man that will do that to me for me, and I will find you 2 women of equal lustre to please you Jules:Thank you Jill: Peach - you need to publish Jill: not nec. the soft porn, but I think you have real potential. You know that already Jill: Well doll - I have to take my orgasm ridden bod to bed. Jill: Wanna try for next w/e? Jill: I am all a tingle and I know tomorrow I will have the pheremonal look of a woman who had a great meal Jules: Thanks for the compliments Jules: I'll call you when I get back in town on Saturday...maybe hook up Sunday Jill: I saved your work w/o my comments. Want it? Jules: Gotcha Jules: I saved it as I went along Jill: Okay then. Thanks again. I really enjoyed myself Jules:: I'm glad...it was fun...I'm going to go shoot all over the place now Jill: Good boy -- slurp, slurp. LOL Jules: Haaa...I'll get a two footer out of this easy Jill: H ahhahahaha Jill: Okay dollie - night. Thanks again. My swollen lips thank you Jules: See ya...sleep well...you should at this point...;) Jill: LOL Jill: Bye Jules: See ya

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