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

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

flesh, I judder against the penetrating, delicious, invading, electric fingers,

your food, but I want you good and

too long. 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

in close to me again, working my inner muscles all the while “You’re still not coming yet. But

he pulls free, wiping his hand on the immaculate white

with the napkin, talking behind it. “You’re drenched, Kirstie. Wonderful. How’s your

My pasta?

Ohhhh…… Godddddd….

*****

arm across the river bridge from the Old City

why you had to park so

it’s a lovely

tingling with

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

just hear

I say, halting and turning to face him,

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

we’re parked in a public

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

don’t get arrested in the clubs. It’s still daylight,

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

the car, I consider

Master’s?…

lot, partially hidden by shrubs, and well away from any street lights. The setting sun is blushing shadows over the spot, and

head-points me.

hammering and pussy aching, I obey

car and bend forward, hands

still warm from the dregs of the sunshine, my arms reaching

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

I wanted to make you wait, to make you

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

pulsing pussy, thrusting a few times as he finishes opening me up. His cock is huge

anyone could see

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