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

around our cubicle. “I like

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

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

Enjoy your food, but I want you good and expectant

not going to take too long. My already swollen pussy is unfurling as he speaks. The fingers probing inside me are sending electric shocks pinging through to my

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

free, wiping his hand on the immaculate white linen

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

My pasta?

Ohhhh…… Godddddd….

*****

across the river bridge from

to park so far out,” I

“but it’s a lovely evening

feeling warm and happy; tingling with arousal and the pleasant anticipation of arriving back at

going to bend you over the bonnet, and fuck you

just

I say, halting and turning to

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

parked in a public place.”

besides,” he gives me a cool look, “if

the clubs. It’s

to go

the car,

Master’s?…

well away from any street lights. The setting sun is blushing shadows

me. “Stand

hard, heart hammering and pussy

to face the car

over the bonnet, still warm from the dregs of the

My panties are worthless; soaked and

hand cups 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 inside you.

and quivering skin.

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

could

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