Birthday Dinner

Transcript

I always found it odd when people sat on the same side of a booth when they were eating together. At least until I found out what other opportunities that opened up. So I guess I shouldn't have been that surprised when we went out to dinner for your birthday and you motioned that you wanted me to sit on the same side of the booth as you.

So I scooted in to the inside by the wall. You had the outside. The waiter left the menus and departed as if nothing had happened.

Which made sense because nothing had happened. Yet, and your hand on my thigh didn't really seem especially out of place. Not while you were looking over the menu.

Up and down from my knee up to by my hip. Not especially bold, but I got a little taste of your game when they came back for our drink quarters. And your hand drifted a little bit closer.

Brushed right over my cock, but I kept a straight face. You've pulled things like this before, and I know better than to break character. My whole body might not have stiffened up, but my cock absolutely did.

Now when the waiter walked away and you went to grab, and I put my hand on top of yours, squeezed it tight, and pulled it off, put my arm around your shoulder and leaned in close and whispered, keep your hands to yourself. It's your birthday after all. I'm going to the restroom and when I come back, you are going to be on the inside seat.

Do you understand? Good. And it seems you listened very well, because when I came back, you were right where I told you to be.

Our drinks came without incident. Well, much incident. I was doing a little bit of thigh exploring of my own, pushing your dress up just on the one side.

Unless somebody was standing right over the booth looking straight down, it's like they'd never even know. By the time our appetizer came, I had discovered that you were in fact wearing panties. Nice, lacy ones, I'm sure they felt very good against your pussy.

I certainly enjoyed them under my fingertips, gliding back and forth, a squeeze here and there. But nothing major, no. I know how you like a good build up.

We've got all night to sit here enjoying each other's company and this food. But I was feeling a little bit impatient. So when it came time for us to order our meals, and you were talking about what sides you wanted with yours, I slid my finger right under the elastic of your panties and just barely grazed your clit.

Now what happened next would have been imperceptible to anybody in the area, but I felt your thighs squeeze together just a little bit. Your way of saying, keep your hand there. And I did, pretending to rub your thigh, give it a little squeeze while I made my order, all the while making sure that my pinky and my ring finger were making their way back to your clit every once in a while, for just a little bit of a rub, to feel some of the heat coming off of you.

Oh, fuck. And by the time that was done, I could feel your wetness. I could slide those fingers down in between your lips and pull them right back up, without even moving the rest of my hand.

That's it. Oh, I'm going to get you worked up, and nobody is even going to know. A crowded restaurant full of people talking, and the only thing your mind is on is the sensation I'm giving you between your legs, and that's good.

We can have leftovers, but we're not going to get another opportunity like this. No, it is your birthday, and you know what? I think I'd like you to come here, now, in between bites, when I go from just rubbing your clit to pushing my hand down a little further and getting my index finger right in between your lips, just barely, barely sliding inside of your tight, wet little hole.

Just enough that I can feel you squeeze the tip of my finger before sliding back out and then back in, letting you squeeze, sliding out and sliding back in, only this time when you squeeze, instead of sliding out, I push in a good bit further, and you almost let out a gasp. I could do this all night, sitting here with you, my finger inside you, and judging by the fact that you are taking your sweet time getting around to your food, I'd say you feel the same way. You want me here with my finger in you, sliding in and out of your wet little pussy.

That's it, fucking you with my finger in this restaurant, but I want to turn that finger into fingers, I don't just want you to feel one finger inside you, I want you to feel spread, stretched a little bit, I want two fingers inside you, pushing, giving you something to really squeeze against. So by the time it came for dessert, well, you were already getting yours then, weren't you? I had my hand under your dress and two fingers sliding in and out deep into your pussy, not moving my arm more than I absolutely had to, and it took quite a deal of discipline not to just grab the back of your hair, pull your head around to me, and fuck the shit out of your pussy with my fingers.

I want to so badly, I want to force you to come in front of all these people, I want them to see that you're mine, and see what I do to you and your wet little fuckhole. But unfortunately circumstances were not permitting, so I was building you up slowly with my fingers, rubbing against your g-spot when I could, when no one was walking past and I could shift my arm a little bit to get deeper inside and curl my fingers up. Ah, look what it is, dessert, a nice bit of cheesecake for your birthday.

The waiter put the plate down and walked away, but before we get to that, I lean in and whisper into your ear again, happy birthday, now come for me. I feel your pussy squeeze against my fingers over and over and I push them in as deep as I can, fucking as fast as I can, all the while trying not to make a sound. And then your hand gripped my thigh and squeezed and I knew, oh I knew, I knew your little pussy was coming, I could feel it squeezing against my fingers and I pushed back as hard as I could, oh fuck, I want your panties soaked by the time we leave here, that's it.

I lean in and whisper, harder, more, now, come on, mmm. And the squeezing subsides, you lean back, your hand unclenches from my thigh and I slide my fingers out from under your dress, oh nice and wet, mmm, a quick glance around to see if anyone's looking, open up, mmm, you wrap your tongue around my fingers. Slowly enough, mmm, and I know how good you taste, but now it's time for you to enjoy the rest of your dessert, dig in.