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.

voice is a strangled

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

mouthful of food, I suppress a squeal

the penetrating, delicious, invading, electric

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

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

while “You’re still not coming yet.

his hand on the

at his mouth with the napkin, talking behind it. “You’re drenched, Kirstie. Wonderful.

My pasta?

Ohhhh…… Godddddd….

*****

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

park so far out,” I say.

he agrees, “but it’s a

is,” I say, feeling warm and happy; tingling with arousal and the pleasant anticipation of

quiet spot because I’m going to bend you over the bonnet, and

I just hear

and turning to face

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

to panic. “But we’re parked in a public place.”

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

arrested in the clubs. It’s still daylight,

Give the sun chance to go down, because

at the car, I

Master’s?…

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

me. “Stand

and pussy aching, I obey

to face the car

bonnet, still warm from the dregs of

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

wait, to make you think about what I’m going to feel like inside you. I wanted you very wet, and you’re

lips, drawing fingernails over sensitised and quivering skin.

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,

anyone could see