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.

voice is a strangled

chuckles, one-handedly scooping and winding brilliantly green noodles. He glances around our cubicle. “I like

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

against the penetrating, delicious,

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

The fingers probing inside me are sending electric shocks pinging through to my clit. My hips quake and jerk

“You’re still not coming yet. But this

that, he pulls free, wiping his hand

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

My pasta?

Ohhhh…… Godddddd….

*****

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

why you had to park so far out,” I say. “It’s

is,” he agrees, “but it’s a lovely evening

with arousal and the pleasant anticipation of arriving

because I’m going to bend you over the bonnet, and fuck you til you

I just hear

turning to face him, “I think I

to the

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

besides,” he gives me a cool look, “if I understand aright, you’ve often fucked in the clubs with an

in the clubs. It’s still daylight,

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

the car, I

Master’s?…

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

head-points me. “Stand

and pussy aching, I

turn to face the car and

bonnet, still warm from the

worthless; soaked and sagging, and he tugs

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

quivering skin. As I

finishes opening me up. His cock is huge

could see

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