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

while I finger you.” he chuckles, one-handedly scooping and winding brilliantly green noodles. He glances around our cubicle. “I like it here,”

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

judder against the penetrating, delicious, invading, electric fingers, struggling to swallow long

your food, but I want you good and expectant

as he speaks. The fingers probing inside me are

while “You’re still not coming yet. But this is your last appetiser. You get the

with that, he pulls free, wiping his hand on the immaculate

the napkin, talking behind it.

My pasta?

Ohhhh…… Godddddd….

*****

arm in arm across the river bridge from the Old

you had to park so far

he agrees, “but it’s a

it is,” I say, feeling warm and happy; tingling with arousal and the pleasant anticipation of arriving back at Ryan’s

“I picked a quiet spot because I’m going

just

say, halting and turning to face him, “I think I misheard

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

to panic. “But we’re parked in

he gives me a cool look, “if I understand aright, you’ve

the

sun chance to go down, because that’s what’s going

at the car, I

Master’s?…

away from any street lights.

me.

hammering and pussy aching, I obey

face the car

lie over the bonnet, still warm

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

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

and quivering skin. As I whimper, behind me there

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 in welcome, clutching and

anyone could

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