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.
My voice 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,” he says. “I told the waiters to give us plenty of privacy and,” he nods towards
up, and through my mouthful of food, I suppress a squeal as fingers plunge deep, rubbing at my
in my flesh, I judder against the penetrating, delicious, invading, electric fingers, struggling
you good and expectant for later when I get my
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 quake and jerk and he
all the while “You’re still not coming yet. But
with that, he pulls free, wiping his hand on the immaculate white
the napkin, talking behind it. “You’re drenched, Kirstie. Wonderful. How’s
My pasta?
Ohhhh…… Godddddd….
*****
bridge from the Old City to the New, where
had to park so far out,” I
“but it’s a lovely evening for a
warm and happy; tingling with arousal and the pleasant anticipation of arriving back at
he continues, “I picked a quiet spot because I’m going to bend you over the
I just hear
to face him, “I
get back to the car, I’m going
we’re parked in a public
can see out, but they can’t see in. And besides,” he gives me a cool look, “if
in the clubs. It’s still daylight,
the sun chance to go down, because that’s what’s
the car, I consider my
Master’s?…
far corner of the parking lot, partially hidden by shrubs, and well away from any street lights. The setting sun is blushing shadows over the spot, and the car is
me.
hard, heart hammering and pussy aching, I
to face the car and bend
lie over the bonnet, still warm
my skirt up to my hips. My panties are worthless; soaked and sagging, and he tugs them down
wanted to make you wait, to make you think about what I’m going to feel like inside you.
skims my aching pussy lips, drawing fingernails over sensitised and quivering skin. As I whimper, behind me there is the rasp
dressed in his evening suit, but he pushes inside my pulsing pussy, thrusting 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, clutching and clenching at the
anyone could
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