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 a

glances around our cubicle. “I like it here,” he says. “I told the waiters to give us plenty of

that, his hand pushes in and up, and through my mouthful of food, I suppress a squeal as fingers plunge deep, rubbing at my

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

good and

not going to take 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 quake and jerk and he

while “You’re still not coming yet. But

pulls free, wiping his hand on the

mouth with the napkin, talking behind it. “You’re drenched, Kirstie. Wonderful.

My pasta?

Ohhhh…… Godddddd….

*****

river bridge from the Old

so far out,” I

agrees, “but it’s

feeling warm and happy; tingling with arousal and the pleasant

going to bend you over the bonnet, and fuck you

just

I say, halting and turning to face him,

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

we’re parked in

not. We’re parked in the shadows there. You can see out, but they can’t see in. And besides,” he gives

the clubs.

to go down, because that’s

the car, I

Master’s?…

any street lights. The setting sun is blushing shadows over the spot, and the car is shrouded in shades

me. “Stand

hammering and pussy aching,

car

lie over the bonnet, still warm from

skirt up to my hips. My panties are worthless; soaked and

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

aching pussy lips, drawing fingernails over sensitised and quivering skin. As I whimper, behind me there

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,

anyone could

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