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.

is

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

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

the penetrating, delicious, invading,

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

is unfurling as he speaks. The fingers probing inside me are sending electric shocks pinging through to my clit. My hips quake and jerk and he smiles

working my inner muscles all the while “You’re still not coming yet. But this is your last appetiser. You get

wiping his hand on the immaculate white linen

with the napkin, talking behind it.

My pasta?

Ohhhh…… Godddddd….

*****

arm in arm across the river bridge from the Old City to the New, where Ryan’s

park so far

agrees, “but it’s a lovely

tingling with arousal and the pleasant

I’m going to bend you over

just hear

I say, halting and turning to face him,

to the car, I’m going to fuck you over the

to panic. “But we’re parked in

in. And besides,” he

don’t get arrested in the clubs.

the sun chance to

the car,

Master’s?…

choice of parking spot; in the extreme far corner of the parking lot, partially hidden by shrubs, and well away from any street

me.

hammering and pussy aching, I obey

to face the car

turn and lie over the bonnet, still warm from

worthless;

hand cups my sex, fingers inserting. “That’s good, Kirstie. I wanted to make you wait, to make you think about what I’m going to feel

skin. As I whimper, behind me

few times as he finishes opening me up. His cock is huge and warm and deliciously hard, and my hot cunt

could see

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