Choosing Her Lover

Chapter 36

*****

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.

My voice is a strangled

cubicle. “I like it here,” he says. “I told the waiters to

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

the earthquake in my flesh, I judder against the penetrating, delicious, invading,

want you good and expectant for later when I get

to take too long. My already swollen pussy is unfurling as he speaks. The fingers probing inside me

close to me again, working my inner muscles all the while “You’re still not coming

wiping his hand on the immaculate white

with the napkin, talking

My pasta?

Ohhhh…… Godddddd….

*****

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

know why you had to park so far out,”

it’s a lovely evening for

with arousal and the

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

I just hear

and turning to face him,

don’t think so.” he smiles. “When we get back to the car, I’m going to

to panic. “But we’re parked

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

don’t get arrested in the clubs. It’s

slowly. Give the sun chance to

car,

Master’s?…

well away from any street lights. The setting

head-points me.

hard, heart hammering and pussy aching,

to face the car and

the bonnet, still warm

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

wanted to make you wait, to make you think about what I’m going

skin. As I whimper, behind me there is the rasp of

dressed in his 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

could see

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