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.

voice is a strangled

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

and through my mouthful of food, I suppress a squeal as fingers plunge

disabled by the earthquake in my flesh, I judder against the penetrating, delicious, invading, electric fingers, struggling to

you good and expectant for later when I get my cock inside

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

all the while “You’re still

with that, he pulls free, wiping his

with the napkin, talking

My pasta?

Ohhhh…… Godddddd….

*****

across the river bridge from the Old City to the New, where Ryan’s car

you had to park so far

“but it’s a lovely evening

is,” I say, feeling warm and happy; tingling with arousal and the pleasant

going to bend

just

turning to face him, “I think I

“When we get back to the

to panic. “But we’re parked in a

parked in the shadows there. You can see out, but they can’t see in. And besides,” he gives me a cool look, “if I understand

the clubs. It’s still daylight,

Give the sun chance to go down, because

at the car,

Master’s?…

well away from any street lights. The setting sun is

head-points me.

hammering and

car and

over the bonnet, still warm from

to my hips. My panties are worthless; soaked and sagging, and he tugs them down behind

“That’s good, 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

lips, drawing fingernails over sensitised and quivering skin. As I whimper, behind

me up. His cock is huge and warm and deliciously hard, and my hot cunt

could see

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