Underneath The Table

Transcript

It's date night, you've made a reservation at our favorite restaurant, and I'm wearing your favorite dress, the one that hugs my curves in all the right places, with a thigh high slit up the side, no panties, per your request, and my favorite black strappy stilettos. When we arrive, the hostess directs us to our private back corner booth. You place your hand at the small of my back, and then slide in beside me.

Wine and appetizers are ordered and brought to the table. You place your hand on my thigh, the one with the open slit up the side. Minutes pass, the conversation flows, and all the while, your hand continues to move higher and higher, until finally your fingers graze my clit, and my whole body shudders.

Two fingers move down and swirl around the wetness of my pussy before plunging inside, slowly pumping in and out, in and out, barely moving, so no one suspects how worked up you're making me under this table. I spot our waitress walking across the restaurant to us, and attempt to move your hand, but it remains firmly planted between my thighs. My cheeks are flushed, I am breathing heavy, and I'm positive there's a wet spot on the seat.

The waitress steps to the table, looks to you, and says, how is everything so far? With a sexy as sin smirk on your face, you pull your hand from underneath the table, suck your fingers directly into your mouth, and reply, delicious, the best I've ever tasted. Dinner arrives shortly after, but I can't eat, I'm pushing my food around my plate, shifting in my seat, rubbing my thighs together, anything to get a little friction, I've never felt so needy like this before.

I just know you'll make me wait, leave me on the edge until you're good and ready to send me into oblivion. I abruptly stand, removing your hand from my thigh, and make my way across the restaurant to the ladies room. Once inside, I place my hands on either side of the sink, and stare into the mirror in front of me, attempting to slow my heart rate back down to a normal level.

You never fail to surprise me though, spontaneity is one of my favorite things about you after all. I hear the door open, and without even looking, I know, a presence like yours cannot be ignored. I feel it the moment you walk into any room, and I feel it now, the hunger, deep, insatiable hunger that tells me that after you're through with me, I'll feel it in my bones for days to come.

You turn the lock, and make your way over to stand behind me at the sink, pulling my hair slowly over one shoulder. You lick and kiss from my collarbone up to my ear, and say, keep your hands there, do not move them. You sink to your knees behind me, and lift my dress over my hips, I feel you pepper kisses over the dimples on my lower back, before abruptly sinking your teeth into my right ass cheek.

There will be a mark tomorrow, just as you intended. You place your right hand on the small of my back to bend me forward, while your left hand snakes underneath my waist. Moments later, I feel your tongue lick one long, slow path from my clit to my ass, stopping to swirl around the tight hole before sinking your teeth into my other cheek, eating me against the sink like I am in fact the best you have ever tasted.

You suck and lick and nip until I can feel the wetness running down my thighs. Only when I'm a shaking, whimpering mess, begging for release, do you plunge two fingers inside me and suck on my clit, hard. I detonate, back arched, legs shaking on a scream that can surely be heard from across the restaurant.

I feel the gush of liquid and hear it dripping from my pussy to the tile floor. Your sinister growl echoes loudly on the bathroom walls. I know making me squirt is your favorite.

You suck my clit back between your lips and I cry out, it's too much. One more, you say. I can't, I can't, it's too much.

You can and you will give me one more. I feel a third finger enter me and gasp, white knuckling the sink in front of me. You continue licking and sucking on my clit, it's so sensitive.

A loud knock on the door makes me jump, which only makes you tighten your grip on my hips to pull me further back on your tongue, a tongue that is igniting every single nerve ending and quickly building on another orgasm that I'm not even sure left in the first place. I need to come again. You feel the way I'm tightening on your fingers, my whole body is shaking.

I'm on the edge and you know just how to send me barreling over it. Gathering up the wetness from my pussy, I feel another finger slowly rim my back hole. Moments later, it's sinking inside me down to the third knuckle, sending me into such a euphoric orgasm.

The spots dance across my vision and makes it feel like it will last forever. Your lips and fingers continue to work me through it, pumping steadily in and out, in and out. I'm barely able to hold myself up, my cheeks and chest are flushed, I'm breathing heavy, eyes glassy, shaking from head to toe.

You place your hands back on my hips and slowly turn me around to face you, eyes never leaving mine you say, good girl, you made such a mess, now let me clean you up and get you home so I can fuck you properly.