Choosing Her Lover

*****

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 strangled

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

my mouthful of food, I suppress a squeal as fingers plunge deep, rubbing at

I judder against the penetrating, delicious, invading, electric fingers, struggling to

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

too long. My already swollen pussy is unfurling as he speaks. The fingers probing inside me are sending electric shocks pinging

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

with that, he pulls free, wiping his hand on the immaculate white linen

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

My pasta?

Ohhhh…… Godddddd….

*****

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

so far out,” I say. “It’s quite a

“but it’s

tingling with arousal and the pleasant

a quiet spot because I’m going to bend you over

I just

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

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

to panic. “But we’re parked in a public

out, but they can’t see in. And besides,” he

get arrested in the clubs. It’s still

the sun chance to go down, because that’s

car, I

Master’s?…

well away from any street lights. The setting sun is blushing shadows over the spot, and the car is shrouded

me. “Stand

hammering and pussy aching, I

to face the car and bend

the bonnet, still warm from the dregs of the

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

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

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

anyone could see