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

cubicle. “I like it here,”

with that, his hand pushes in and up, and through my mouthful of food, I suppress a squeal as fingers plunge

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

and expectant for later when I get my cock

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

working my inner muscles all the while “You’re still not coming yet. But this

his

the napkin, talking behind it.

My pasta?

Ohhhh…… Godddddd….

*****

back arm in arm across the river bridge from the Old

know why you had to park so

agrees, “but it’s a

I say, feeling warm and happy; tingling with arousal and the pleasant anticipation of

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

I just hear

to face him, “I

get back to the car, I’m going to fuck you over the

we’re parked in a public

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

get arrested in the

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

car, I

Master’s?…

and well away from any street lights. The setting sun is

head-points me. “Stand

and pussy aching,

the car and bend forward, hands outstretched

bonnet, still warm from the dregs of the sunshine,

worthless; soaked and sagging, and he tugs them down behind

to make you think about what I’m going to feel

fingernails over sensitised and quivering skin. As I whimper, behind me there is the rasp

is still fully dressed in his 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 penetrating

anyone could see

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