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
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 of privacy and,” he nods towards
and through my mouthful of
earthquake in my flesh, I judder against the penetrating, delicious,
you good and expectant for later when I get my cock
is unfurling as he speaks. The fingers probing inside me are sending electric shocks pinging through to
working my inner muscles all the while “You’re still not coming yet. But this is your last appetiser. You get the
with that, he pulls free, wiping his hand on the immaculate white linen
at his mouth with the napkin, talking behind it. “You’re drenched, Kirstie. Wonderful. How’s your
My pasta?
Ohhhh…… Godddddd….
*****
across the river bridge from the Old City to
don’t know why you had to park so far
“but it’s a lovely evening
say, feeling warm and happy; tingling with arousal and
because I’m going
just
to face him, “I
get back to the car, I’m going to fuck you over
we’re parked in a public
besides,” he gives me a cool
get arrested in the clubs. It’s still
slowly. Give the sun chance to go down, because
the car, I consider my
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 lights. The setting sun is blushing shadows over the spot, and
head-points me.
heart hammering and pussy aching,
car and bend forward,
I turn and lie over the bonnet, still warm from the dregs
I wanted to make you wait, to make you think about what I’m going to feel
my aching pussy lips, drawing fingernails over sensitised and quivering skin. As I whimper, behind me there is the rasp of a
in his evening suit, but he pushes inside my pulsing pussy, thrusting a few times as he finishes opening me up. His cock is
could see
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