Choosing Her Lover

*****

The performance over, and….

Did I see any of that….?

“I booked us a table at Luigi’s,” he says. “Is that alright? You like Italian?”

“Oh, yes.”

“Good. I made sure we would have a nice, intimate little spot, away from the eyes of the crowd.”

?????

What the hell’s he planning now?

The table is indeed ‘intimate’, tucked into a corner, away from the main body of the restaurant, and screened off by a wooden lattice and potted palms. We are, in a sense, visible from the main restaurant, but only to someone looking closely in.

We sit together, he holding out my chair to seat me. I’m unused to this kind of courtesy, but am beginning to take it for granted from Ryan.

What I have not started to take for granted is….

“They do a pesto spaghetti which is particularly good,” he remarks. “The basil grows in their own gardens at the back, and they make the pesto themselves.”

“You sound as though you know them well?”

“My mother is related to the chef.”

“You’re Italian?”

“Part Italian.”

“And the other part?”

“With a name like Dougherty? The other half’s Irish.”

“Who am I to argue with an Irish pasta expert? I’ll have the pesto spaghetti.” I say to the waiter.

“And I’ll have the same.”

The meal is, as promised, delicious, and I whirl coils of pasta around my fork. Sucking in the tail-end of one forkful, I startle as, below the table-cloth, my thighs are penetrated once more.

is

green noodles. He glances around our cubicle. “I like it here,” he says. “I told the waiters to give us plenty of privacy and,” he nods towards the trellis and

hand pushes in and up, and through my mouthful of food, I suppress a squeal as fingers plunge deep, rubbing

judder against the penetrating, delicious, invading,

Enjoy your food, but I want you good and expectant for later

take too long. My already swollen pussy is unfurling as he speaks. The fingers probing inside me are sending electric shocks pinging through to my clit. My hips quake

in close to me again, working my inner muscles all the while “You’re still not coming yet. But this is your last appetiser. You get the

free, wiping his

talking

My pasta?

Ohhhh…… Godddddd….

*****

we walk back arm in arm across the river bridge from the Old City to the New, where

so far

he agrees, “but it’s a lovely evening for

with arousal and the pleasant anticipation of arriving

he continues, “I picked a quiet spot because I’m going to bend you over the bonnet, and fuck you til

just

and turning to

think so.” he smiles. “When we get back to the car, I’m going

we’re parked in a

shadows there. You can see out, but they can’t see in. And besides,” he gives me a cool look, “if I understand aright, you’ve

get arrested in the

walk slowly. Give the sun chance to go down, because that’s what’s

car, I

Master’s?…

far corner of the parking lot, partially hidden by shrubs, and well away from any street lights. The setting sun is

me.

heart hammering and pussy

the car and bend

warm from

my hips. My panties are worthless; soaked and sagging, and he

inserting. “That’s good, Kirstie. I wanted to make you wait, to make you think about what I’m going to feel like inside you. I wanted you very wet,

skims my aching pussy lips, drawing fingernails over sensitised and quivering skin. As I whimper, behind me there

evening suit, but he pushes inside my pulsing pussy, thrusting a few times as he finishes opening me up. His cock is huge and warm and deliciously hard, and my hot cunt vibrates

anyone could see