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 a strangled

I want to see you try to 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,” he says. “I told the waiters to give us plenty

my mouthful of food,

the penetrating, delicious, invading, electric

good and expectant for

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

muscles all the while “You’re still not coming yet. But this

pulls free, wiping his

mouth with the napkin, talking behind it.

My pasta?

Ohhhh…… Godddddd….

*****

arm across the river bridge from the Old City to the New,

had to park so far out,” I

it’s a lovely evening for a

feeling warm and happy; tingling with arousal and the pleasant

because I’m going to bend you over

just

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

to

beginning to panic. “But we’re parked in

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

in the clubs. It’s still

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

at the car, I consider

Master’s?…

hidden by shrubs, and well away from any street lights. The

head-points me.

heart hammering and pussy

to face the car and bend

warm from

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

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

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

finishes opening me up. His cock is huge and warm and deliciously hard, and my

could see

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