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.

voice is

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

through my mouthful of

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

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

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

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

his

with the napkin, talking behind it.

My pasta?

Ohhhh…… Godddddd….

*****

back arm in arm across the river bridge from the Old

park so far out,” I say. “It’s

“but it’s a lovely evening

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

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

I just

halting and turning to face him,

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

panic. “But we’re parked in a public place.”

out, but they can’t see in. And besides,” he gives me a cool look, “if I understand aright, you’ve often fucked in the clubs with

don’t get arrested in the clubs. It’s still daylight,

to go

at the car, I

Master’s?…

shrubs, and well away from any street lights. The setting

me. “Stand

hard, heart hammering and

to face the car and

and lie over the bonnet, still warm from the dregs of the sunshine,

are worthless;

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 is the

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, clutching and clenching at the

could