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The Restaurant

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The Restaurant by JulesYou get a call at work and it's the handsome fella you've been seeing for awhile now. He tells you to meet him at a very trendy restaurant at 8, "Wear a short skirt and no panties" are the last words out of his mouth before he hangs up the phone. You get home after work...shower change...slip on a nice dress, no panties and the chill of the air against you as you walk outside sends little tingles across your naked lips up through your nipples and they give a pleasant little throb. Grinning as you drive to the restaurant and feeling a little naughty sans undies, you make sure to give the valet a nice little flash as you slide your feet onto the street. You leave your knees spread a little too wide and stay sitting in that position for a little too long. He gets quite an eyeful and standing up, you run your fingers along the line of his gaping jaw. "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, you notice your little show has had quite the effect on the young lad. Without looking back you call out, "Just make sure to keep your hand on the right one while you are driving…"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 seat-bottom looking for a hint of your scent. 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 places. The small grin on his face upon seeing you wipes away the image of the valet stroking himself off in the parking lot…his face buried in the seat of your car. Standing and pulling out your chair, your gentleman comments on how lovely you look this evening and lets his fingers slide from the back of your chair to your shoulders and gives you an extremely brief massage. His fingers linger on the nape of your neck for a moment before he kisses you on the side of the cheek and returns to his side of the table. The two of you exchange small talk about the days events and the waiter brings by great wine and menus.Sipping on the wine you begin to relax, but keep feeling your dress riding up and at this point most of your bare thighs and ass are in direct contact with the rich padded leather of the seat. You can hear the squeaks as you adjust yourself and savor the sensation of the way it clings and tugs at your skin. The two of you continue to talk and as you look around the restaurant it seems as though all of the other tables have been set around this one. "Almost as if it was on display to the rest of the floor" you think to yourself. Taking a glance at your partner you see that he knows that you know something is going to happen her, but don't know what. He also knows, more importantly…you are excited by the prospect. The bread comes and you order appetizers, waiting a bit to pick the main course. As the waiter recites the specials of the evening the top of your gentleman's shoe strokes the back of your naked calf...his freshly polished shoeleather a smooth, silky contrast to the heavier, thick grain of your seat. You can feel the wine starting to work it's magic…not much of a surprise considering you haven't had a chance to eat anything since lunch. As the waiter walks away, the gentleman tells you to unbutton another button on your blouse. You are now showing just enough to see cleavage and the top edge of lace from your brassiere. The curve and swell on a display that takes a second look to really see…but that second look provides quite an eyeful. Extreme warmth and moisture is starting to form between your legs as the appetizers arrive at the table. Unfurling your napkins the two of you share from each other's plates...each feeding the other alternately playfully sloppy and slowly sensuous. When he drops his fork laughing you join him in a giggle and he says, "I'll be right back" as he ducks under the table. You are about to take another bite of calimari when you feel a pair of hands closing over the tops of your feet, you stiffen in a second of "Ohhhhh boy." His fingertips begin running along the back of your calves…gently 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. You can feel yourself opening to him and give an extended sigh before you realize that almost everyone in the restaurant can see the look on your face. His lips brush against the inside of your right lower leg as the pads of his thumbs reach the thick tendons of your crotch. The cool skin of his fingers makes your muscles tense and the warm breath from his nose against the naked skin of your thigh causes a wonderfully long shiver.The 5 O'clock shadow along his cheek is a harsh contrast to the smoothness of his lips as both continue to run along the inside of your thigh. The scraping causes an uncontrollable gritting of your teeth and a not so quiet, hissing exhale. You try to take a moment and attempt to compose yourself being out in plain view and all. Though you would like to reach below and run your fingers through his hair and feel his movements through your hands, you slide one back to the forkful of the as of yet uneaten appetizer and try to concentrate on chewing. His fingers have now gone sliding under your dress and down around the outsides of the cheeks of your ass. Stopping and pressing for a second, feeling you…your heat and smoothness. Now running along the bottom edge of your thighs and back down to your knees, his face continues to provide your smooth inner thighs with alternating kisses. Soft, dry pecks intertwined with lingering wet suckles and little dabs of the tip of his tongue. Switching from thigh to thigh as he gets closer and closer with each touch of his lips.You can feel your wetness running down unrestrained, a tickling little trickle. You are taking a long sip of wine as his nose reaches the hairs of your pussy…nuzzling, softly brushing the outside edge of one swollen lip with one of his. You can't hear it above the tinkling of plates and glasses...conversation and laughter...but you can feel it, his "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" of contentment…hunger…desire as he rubs his face and lips against your steaming pussy. Your hips lift slightly straining to meet his face...to get more contact. You fight the urge to reach beneath the table to pull the skin of your pussy back and spread your lips...leave your clit out...exposed for him to suck on and pleasure you.You leave your hands in their proper place...on the table. Now idly pushing around a piece of bread on a plate of olive oil to occupy yourself...you can feel his hot breath against you...his tongue running along your lips, strategically avoiding your clitty. Once again you grit your teeth, this time in a luxurious little frustration. Trying to maneuver your hips so he'll somehow rub against your swollen little pearl without alerting the other tables to the naughty goings-on at yours.It's finally more than you can stand and as you are about to reach under the table to grab his hair and cram his face into it's proper place the waiter stops at the table and asks, "Are ready to order the main course?" Looking over at the empty seat he asks where your companion went. You reply with a somewhat strained smile, "He had to go the men's room." Trying to keep your composure you flounder for the menu and prepare to order your dinner. Though you knew this part was coming, it doesn't stop the wave of sensation as you feel his fingers press into the tight curls of hair and spread your slickened lips. The motion sliding your throbbing clit from beneath it's little hood… the cool air touching it for only a split second before being surrounded by the soft warm sucking of his lips just as you begin to speak. One long inhale of "I'd liiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeek"...is all you can manage as your knuckles whiten and sink into the vinyl padding of the menu folder. Letting it casually fall to your plate you give a loud cough in the hope of covering the involuntary shakes of your body and reach for the glass of water. Taking several long gulps you look up to see the waiter looking rather concerned and he asks if" …you are alright? You are looking rather flushed madam." You miss the last part of his sentence as the stroke of a long warm tongue grazes the length of your clit. The tip of it touching ever so slightly at yours and sliding down…digging in nice and deep at the root. Slowly twisting and swirling in a dizzying, maddening pace.You are fumbling your way through the ordering process as a finger begins to slide between your wet lips. The feel of that wetness echoing in your ears and you wince slightly, wondering if the waiter can hear...if he knows what's going on. That firm, stroking finger is a welcome contrast to the delicious, but too slowly stroking tongue. You can feel your man under the table reaching...twisting it inside of you. Curling his finger as he pulls it out…rubbing and massaging your front wall...pulling out your wetness. You can feel it against the knuckle of his pinky finger as it rubs your gooey nectar against your clenching rosebud.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…making it swell more…"It is not possible…it will burst" you think to yourself. He starts rocking his head back and forth...his tongue starts to batter you helpless nub with fast butterfly strokes as another finger gets twisted up into your now scorching pussy.You can feel yourself starting to clench at his fingers as he waiter asks if, "You think that the gentleman is okay? He seems to have been gone for an awfully long time…" Once again gritting your teeth into a small grimacing smile and unconsciously grabbing handfuls of tablecloth you assure him that "The gentleman is doing just fine."The waiter takes your hurried order and excuses himself and your friend under the table apparently takes that as a cue to begin working you over in earnest. His fingers begin to fuck and pump in a hard, steady rhythm…the pinky finger grazing the outside edge of your other hole. The other pinky does similar duties around the edge of your navel as the rest of the 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. With a little whimper you realize he knows all too well 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...you know he won't let you get away with not cumming. You notice a rhythmic clinking and look up to see that you are the cause of it. The little thrustings of your hips is jiggling the table enough to jar the ice in the glasses and the plates. You don't know if you can be quiet enough. As much as this scene turns you on it would be embarrassing if you really lost control. You'd never get back into this restaurant and you love eating here…plus, who knows who is in here? Maybe someone from the office or possibly…but those ideas go out the window as you feel the tip of that pinky finger slowly sliding past the ring of muscle in your ass.You can see the color drain from the restaurant...a semi-blackness, not unlike the sensation before one faints comes over you. Only this is not a feeling of collapse. This is one of power and release...you can feel you stomach muscles tightening spasmodically...you hear a barely audible moan rising from the back of your throat. Your hands pull the tablecloth tighter almost knocking over the wine and water glasses. You can feel your hips start bucking harder than you wanted and your pussy starts squeezing his fingers harder than you expected. All of the welled up tension is starting to spill over…you can feel yourself on the edge of cumming and you suddenly 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. Women fingering their nipples and rubbing their glistening clits. Couples clearing tables with a sweep of their arms…throwing each other down and going at it like animals just doing each other float through you. Taking one final breath you try to steel yourself as you feel it all crashing down around you and surrender to a teeth gritting, neck straining cum. Your feet kick the underside of the table and you let the hidden bottom half of you go wild to make up for the surprisingly composed top half that faces the crowded tables of the restaurant. The shudders are barely visible but the lack of physical movement and restraint seems to set off a fireball through the whole of your body. It starts at your clit and blasts through your pussy...down your legs and through your tits...your nipples bursting into sparkles you wish you could pinch. The whole sensation washes through your mind and that curtain of blackness tinged with colors starts to close around you again... but you are past the peak now...no screaming...no loud moans...just a long...hard, jerking exhale and it's over.You can feel the sweat making the fabric of your dress cling to you. Looking down you see you still shuddering mildly as the aftershocks roll through and 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.You take a deep breath and reach for the napkin and gently pat away some of the sweat around your neck and temples. The remaining tremors finished…gone like wisps of cloud. A long deep breath ushers in a growing feeling of relaxation and warm glowing release. His fingers gently slide from you and his lips place long dry kiss against the damp hairs of your pussy. Making his way back down he lets his mouth run along the inside of your thighs. His napkin patting them dry and as he places a kiss on the top of either foot he places it underneath you to help keep you from having to sit in the rather expansive wet spot now gracing your chair. He finally breaks contact and slides away just as he came to you, with his hands squeezing your feet. Looking around you see that nobody seems to have noticed...well maybe not quite nobody. There is an occasional glance from a man with a raised eyebrow, not too sure of what he's seen...but hoping I'm sure. A disapproving glance from a woman at a table across the way and the one seated to your left. Glancing back across the table you see your gentleman sitting at the table again gently patting his mouth with a napkin. Looking around again you wonder if the the glances from those ladies come from shock or jealousy. Choosing the latter to be the most likely you throw your head back and stretch with a dreamy sigh. You look across the table and see him studying you…he smiles, takes a sip of water and says, "Nothing like starting a great meal with the hottest dessert in town." A playfully evil grin spreads across his lips and the both of you burst out laughing 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.