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

you.” he chuckles, one-handedly scooping and winding brilliantly green noodles. He glances around our cubicle. “I like it here,”

pushes in and up, and through my mouthful of food, I suppress a squeal

in my flesh, I judder against the penetrating,

but I want you good and

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

all the while “You’re still not coming

with that, he pulls free, wiping his hand on

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

My pasta?

Ohhhh…… Godddddd….

*****

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

you had to park so far out,” I say. “It’s quite a

it’s a

and happy; tingling with arousal and the pleasant anticipation of arriving back at Ryan’s

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

just hear

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

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

parked

there. You can see out, but they can’t see in. And besides,” he gives me

in the clubs. It’s still

sun chance to go down, because that’s

car, I consider my

Master’s?…

any

head-points me.

heart hammering and pussy aching, I

the car and bend forward, hands

warm from the

my skirt up to my hips. My panties are worthless; soaked and sagging,

inserting. “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

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

thrusting a few times as he finishes opening me up.

could see

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