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When she looks at me and asks, “And for you? Would you like another drink?”
“God, yes,” I answer as normally as I possibly can.
After she walks away, Drew says, “Good girl. Keep calm while I make this pussy come.”
I swallow and look around, wondering if anyone has any inclination of what’s going on under this tablecloth. Nobodyseems to be paying us any attention, but I still try to keep as calm as possible.
The waitress drops off our drinks, and when she’s gone once more, Drew’s fingers really get to work. He lightly pinches my clit between two fingers and strokes up and down. He keeps going, increasing his tempo, slowly pushing me toward my orgasm.
I try to keep my breathing even, but fuck, it’s hard.
The pressure builds in my core, and I know I’m close. So does Drew. He moves a little faster and whispers in my ear, “Come for me.”
That’s it. That’s all it takes for my body to completely implode. Since I’m not able to make any noise or move, all I can do is dig my nails into Drew’s arm and hang on for dear life. My legs shake while my pussy contracts.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
I may not be saying it out loud, but in my head, that’s all I can think.
Drew pulls his fingers out and wipes them on his napkin. He almost always licks them clean when my juices cover them, but that may be a little obvious right now.
“You are so fucking sexy,” he says.
“I’msexy? You just made me come under the table. I think you take the crown for being sexy tonight.”
Just when I’m about to suggest that we sneak off to the bathroom and bang one out, our food arrives. Guess it’ll have to wait until we leave.
Damn.
As we dig in, he asks, “So, how has your week been?”
Oh, so we are going to act like nothing at all just happened?
Lord, this is going to be the longest meal of my life.
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Making Ronnie come at dinner made my dick so fucking hard I thought it was going to bust through my pants. The sexiest part of it all was how much she enjoyed herself. The thought of getting caught turned her on. I make a mental note that we will have to add more public play into our lives.
If I can feel her come while she tries to act like nothing is going on, count me in every single time.
When we are done eating and back in my truck, I ask, “So, what do you want to do, beautiful? Want to find something fun?”
“Drew, while I appreciate the idea, the onlyfunthing I want to do right now is fuck. So, I want you to take me home and do that.”
“Are you sure?” I ask, trying to hide my smile.
“Drew, it’s been over a week, and you just awakened the beast with your little under-the-table game, so yes, home. Now.”
I start the truck, and we head back to her place. Her hand teases me through my pants the entire way there. I guess I deserve that after what just happened at the restaurant.
When we are back and inside her bedroom, she says, “Wait here,” while disappearing into the bathroom.
I sit on the edge of the bed, wondering exactly what she has in store for me. With Ronnie, I just never know. Being with her is always kind of like being on a ride, but in the bedroom, it’s like being on the wildest fucking roller coaster in the world.
