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

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

of

against the

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

me are sending electric shocks pinging through to my clit. My hips quake

while “You’re still not coming yet. But this is your last appetiser. You get the

wiping his hand on the immaculate white

the napkin, talking behind it.

My pasta?

Ohhhh…… Godddddd….

*****

finished, we walk back arm in arm across the river bridge from the Old City to the

to park so far out,” I say. “It’s quite

it’s a lovely evening for

I say, feeling warm and happy; tingling with arousal and the pleasant anticipation of arriving back

besides,” he continues, “I picked a quiet spot because I’m going to bend you over the bonnet, and fuck you til you

I just hear

and turning to face him, “I think I

we get back to the car, I’m going to

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

he gives me a cool look, “if I understand aright, you’ve often fucked in

don’t get arrested in the clubs.

to go down, because

car, I consider my

Master’s?…

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

me.

hammering and pussy aching, I

to face the car and bend

lie over the bonnet, still warm from the dregs of

hips. My panties are worthless; soaked and sagging, and he tugs them

make you wait, to make you think about what I’m going to feel like inside you. I wanted

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

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

could see

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