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

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

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

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

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

not going to take too long. My already swollen pussy is unfurling as he speaks. The fingers probing inside me

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

wiping his

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

My pasta?

Ohhhh…… Godddddd….

*****

meal finished, we walk back arm in arm across the river bridge from the Old City to the New, where Ryan’s

so far out,” I

it’s a

and happy; tingling with

I’m going to bend you over the bonnet, and fuck you

I just

turning to face him, “I think I misheard

so.” he smiles. “When we get back to the

beginning 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

in the clubs. It’s

to

at the car,

Master’s?…

well away from any street

me.

and

to face the car and bend forward, hands

lie over the bonnet, still warm from the dregs

to my hips. My panties are worthless;

fingers inserting. “That’s good, Kirstie. I wanted to make you wait, to make you

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

few times as he finishes opening me up. His cock is huge and warm and deliciously hard, and my hot cunt vibrates

could

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