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 strangled

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 trellis

through my mouthful of food, I suppress a squeal as

my flesh, I judder against the penetrating, delicious, invading, electric fingers, struggling to swallow long strands of

but I want you good and expectant for later when

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 smiles edge-ways

while “You’re still not coming yet. But this is

pulls free, wiping his hand on the immaculate

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

My pasta?

Ohhhh…… Godddddd….

*****

in arm across the river bridge

had to park so

“but it’s a lovely evening for

happy; tingling with arousal and

going to bend you over the bonnet,

I just hear

halting and turning to face him, “I

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

we’re parked in a public place.”

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

get arrested in the

chance to go down, because that’s what’s going to

at the car, I consider

Master’s?…

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

me. “Stand

and pussy aching, I

car

and lie over the bonnet, still warm from

panties are worthless; soaked and sagging, and he tugs them

my sex, fingers inserting. “That’s good, Kirstie. I wanted to make you wait, to make you think about what I’m going to feel like

skin. As

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, clutching and clenching at the

anyone could

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