Page 22 of 14 Night Tryst

The waiter turns our wine glasses over and proceeds to pour the wine while Logan and I stare at one another. Oh no, oh no, I’m going to come. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep myself from moaning out load.

“I think we’re ready to order.” Logan says, narrowing his eyes at me.

My eyes grow wide in panic and I feel my face heat up when the waiter places the bottle of wine on the table and waits for us to tell him our orders. I can’t remember what I chose, the only thing I can think about is this orgasm I’ve been desperately aching for all night slowly starting to consume me.

Through the blood rushing in my ears, I hear Logan ordering his food, his eyes never leaving mine.

Gripping the sides of the chair I’m sitting on I desperately fight off the urge to come, but it’s coming fast and it’s coming strong. I’m too far gone to control it now and the look on Logan’s face tells me he has no intention of allowing me to stop.

Fuck. Between the toy inside moving back and forth against my g-spot and the suction on my clit I’m soaring toward the apex of an almighty release and the pressure that coils inside me clearly indicates it’s going be a messy one.

“Miss?” he turns to look at me. “What can I get for you?”

My hands go clammy, “Uhm,” my fingers grip the hem of my dress and I slyly pull it up my thighs to avoid staining it. Do cum stains even come off silk? “I’ll… uhm, I’ll have the uhm...” Oh God, I want to scream, it’s too much… I can’t… hold… back.

“Come for me.” Logan mouths and I lose the last speck of control I have and surrender to my release.

My breath hitches in my throat, and a red-hot heat burns through me like bolts of electric and for those fleeting seconds while I’m enslaved to my climax, I didn’t care who was watching. “Ohhhhh,fuck.” I gasp, fisting my dress under the table. My clit pulses with every surge of my orgasm and the harder I fight to be discreet the more intense it becomes. My head goes faint, and fireworks burst behind my eyelids. Pressing my molars together I helplessly ride out each wave until it ebbs away, and I sink back into my chair, panting. I can feel the warm liquid of my arousal dripping down my trembling thighs. The toy stops and my body instantly goes limp in the chair.

I just had one of the best orgasms of my life in front of a restaurant full of people and our waiter, who I find staring at me looking utterly flabbergasted when I peel my eyes open. “Lamb.” I say between breaths and reach for the glass of wine before me to wet my parched throat. “I’ll have the lamb confit, please.” I croak and take a large sip of the wine. The waiter nods and throws a look at Logan who nods and gestures with his head for him to leave—still smirking might I add—and he scampers off leaving us alone.

“I think you just made our waiter prematurely ejaculate in his pants, Wildfire.” Logan chuckles, taking a sip of his wine, though the look radiating in his eyes is not one of amusement, but rampant desire. “That was even more arousing than I ever imagined.”

“Jesus, Logan.” My face is aflame, I can’t believe I just did that. I should be livid with him for putting me in that situation, yet all I want to do is walk over there straddle his hips and kiss him until my lungs explode because I’ve never felt soalive.“I can’t believe I just did that.”

What is wrong with me? I have no business finding that whole thing as arousing as I did. What, I’ve suddenly developed a kink for exhibitionism now?

“Did you like having him watch you while you came for me?” Logan questions, his eyes afire and penetrating mine. Nervously I nibble on my lower lip and find myself nodding in response. Logan’s smirk transforms into a full grin. “Fuck Savi, if only you could have seen how mesmerizing you looked while you were coming.” Logan voices, his voice gruff, heavy with want. “Did you make a mess?”

“Yes. I should really go and get cleaned up, but I think I’ve soaked through the dress.”

Those molten eyes blacken, and he draws his lip between his teeth and hisses. “Don’t. There is something so arousing about being the only one who knows that under this tablecloth you’ve caused a mess forme. Though, I must admit I am disappointed I can’t crawl between those legs and clean up every drop of your tasty girl cum.”

I pick up my glass of wine, “Well, fortunately for you there’s no shortage of supply.” I voice, taking a sip of the delicious wine and savoring the burst of different notes on my tongue. I’m no wine connoisseur, however, the elegant smoothness of the body and the explosive earthy yet fruity finish has me licking my lips with an inward moan of appreciation.

This man is the gift that just keeps on giving. I’m still waiting for the other shoe to drop because let’s face it, no one is this perfect, there has got to be a flaw, or a red flag hidden in there somewhere.

While we wait for our food six small plates of cold appetizers—or as they call it in Turkish ‘Meze’—and fresh bread is brought over. Turns out it’s customary to be served in every restaurant before your main meal. The first plate we try is cubes of baked eggplant in a rich tomato sauce. Not a big fan of eggplant, but it’s quite tasty. The second one is a shredded cucumber, thick yogurt and garlic concoction, combined with the bread it’s truly divine.

Ten minutes later, our mains arrive, and we eat while conversing about my family. “What do your parents do?” Logan questions while he cuts into his lamb.

Chewing my food, I swallow and take a sip of my wine to wash it down before answering. “They own a 7-eleven on West Broadway.” Logan’s brows go up with interest while he takes a sip of his own wine. “My father got made redundant from his previous job and used the payout to start his own business. He worked there since he was in his late twenties, so the payout was decent enough to give him the capital to open his store.”

Logan nods, smiling, his eyes on mine while he listens intently as I speak. “Midnight Express?”

I smile and nod, dabbing my lips with my napkin, “That’s the one.”

“I’ve been there a couple of times, it’s a nice place, decent location, too.”

“It wasn’t always, it was a dump when they bought it, but over the years he slowly expanded and now it’s twice the size. He’s been mulling over opening a second shop, actually.” I explain, smiling at the waitress that comes over to clear our empty plates.

“Would you like dessert?” She asks, smiling a little too brightly at Logan who looks over at me.

“Would you like dessert, sweetheart?” I shake my head. If I consume another bite I might actually explode out of this dress.

“No, thank you, I’m stuffed to the brim.” I decline with a snicker rubbing my belly, and she nods while clearing our plates and dirty cutlery.

“How about a cocktail before we head back?” Logan offers, leaning over and taking hold of my hand once the table is cleared. “I know a nice bar where they make the best Pornstar Martinis.”

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