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

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 of privacy and,” he nods towards the

of food, I suppress a squeal as

flesh, I judder against the

but I want you good and

he speaks. The fingers probing inside me are sending electric shocks pinging through to my clit. My

close to me again, working my inner muscles all the while “You’re still not coming yet. But this is your last appetiser. You get

he pulls free, wiping his hand on

the napkin, talking behind it.

My pasta?

Ohhhh…… Godddddd….

*****

walk back arm in arm across the river bridge from the

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

“but it’s a lovely

happy; tingling with arousal and the pleasant

picked a quiet spot because I’m going

just hear

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

smiles. “When we get back to the car, I’m

panic. “But we’re parked in

they can’t see in. And besides,” he gives me a cool look, “if I understand aright, you’ve often fucked in the

the clubs. It’s

sun chance to go down, because

at the car, I

Master’s?…

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.

and pussy aching, I

the car

and lie over the bonnet, still warm from

are worthless;

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

fingernails over sensitised and quivering skin. As I whimper, behind me there

as he finishes opening me up. His

could see

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