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“Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Cum, Kelli, cum for me. Fourteen. Cum. Fifteen. Cum, you sexy little bitch, cum. Sixteen. Cum. For. Me,”

She began to contract and her knees locked. As they did, I began to slide my finger in and out as quickly as I could, being careful not to allow it to slide all the way out. As she began to moan, I buried my finger deeply into her, and pressed my knuckles into her clit. Rotating my hand back and forth, massaging her clit, her body shuddered.

“Oh fuck, Erik. Oh. My. Fuck. Fuuuuuuck,” she said loudly as she pulled herself away from my hand.

“What the fuck are you doing to me?” she asked, turning to face me.

Grasping the inner portion of her shorts, she tried to reposition them, as if she felt exposed. Her entire body shook in an exaggerated fashion, and she bent her knees.

“What the fuck?” she said again, still standing directly in front of me, looking down at me admiringly. She smiled lightly, her lips pursed.

“Is there a problem, Kelli?” I asked.

“I’m weak for you,” she answered, and then continued, “You make me cum so hard, so easily. It’s like you have some way to crawl into my mind. I both love you and hate you for it.”

“Oh really,” I responded.

“Oh, God. I didn’t mean that. The love part. You know what I meant,” she apologized.

“You’re fine, Kelli. I know what you mean,” I responded, nodding my head.

She went back to her seat and sat down. As she reached for her purse, her hands were clearly shaking. I debated whether or not to mention it. I decided there was nothing to lose in doing so, and I brought it up.

“Your hands, they’re shaking,” I stated, pointing to her outstretched arm.

“Yours would be shaking, too. If I were you, and you were me, you’d shake. I guarantee it. You do something to me, Erik. Something no one else has ever done, and probably never will do. You told me you were going to ruin me. Well, congratulations, I am officially ruined. Smelling you makes me wet. Seeing you makes my heart race. Having you touch me, touch me anywhere…makes me shiver. Having you bring me to orgasm makes me shake. The aftermath of an orgasm with you, the post-coital state…is beyond any other orgasm I have ever had. Ever. Just the aftershock,” she tossed her purse in the center of the table and held her hand out, palm down, arm outstretched.

Her hand was clearly shaking. She attempted for a few seconds to hold it still as it continued to shake. Laughing, she pulled her hand back and placed in in her lap. I admired the color of her hair, almost blue-black. The color of her hair suited her so well. Straight and black, very healthy looking. The color complimented her skin tone, and her skin complimented her hair; a perfect match. Lost in admiration of her gorgeous natural features, I realized she was speaking.

“…and then I want you to pull it out and bend me over. So, what do you think?” she said

“Excuse me?” I asked, only hearing a portion of what she had said.

“You want me to repeat it?” she asked, looking puzzled.

“I’m sorry, Baby Girl, I didn’t hear you,” I offered as I crossed my legs, and leaned forward.

Smiling, she began to speak again. “I love it when you call me that. How could anyone ever get sick of you? Ok. What I said was this. I want to suck your cock. I want you to put your hands on my throat, and squeeze it. I want you to fuck my mouth until my eyes water. And then I want you to pull your cock out of my mouth, and bend me over and fuck me. Ragged. Fuck me ragged Erik,” she said, leaning closer to me as she spoke.

“You said all of that?”

“No, I added to it. I want you to let me suck your cock. We’ll start there. That’s a good beginning. I want your big cock in my mouth, Erik; let me suck it.”

“Damn, Kelli. You’re wound up, aren’t you?”

“Are you fucking kidding me? You just finger fucked me into a coma while I was bent over a table in a public outdoor restaurant -- while people walked by on the sidewalk. I felt like that orgasm was extracted from my chest, went through my soul, and exited out of my pussy, Erik. Have you ever had an orgasm like that? I fucking doubt it. I like fucking you, and I fucking like you. Make note of that. Put it in your Outlook in that outdated Blackberry you carry. Make a permanent note of it, Kelli likes fucking me.”

“You’re a mouthy little fucker, aren’t you?”

“I’m sorry, I was just kidding, don’t get mad at me,” she said apologetically.

“Not at all, actually, I like it. That’s different, and a turn-on, Kelli. Good work,” I said, waving my hand toward her, palm up.

As she started to speak, the waiter approached with our food.

“Two Cobb salads?” he asked, holding a salad in each hand.

“Yes, can we get those boxed to go, please? We have had an emergency come up,” I said, as I winked at Kelli.

“I’m sorry for the delay, sir. Normally we’re quicker. It’s just, well…we just opened, it’s early,” the waiter apologized.

“No concerns, just box them to go, and bring the check please. We have just had an emergency,” I said in a friendly tone.

As the waiter walked away, Kelli looked at me, smiling. There were so many things about her that separated her from the other women that I had ever exposed myself to - her naturally gorgeous looks, for one. She was stunningly beautiful just being herself. No make-up, no special presentation. Just being her natural self, she was breathtaking. Her naturally submissive attitude, personality, and demeanor certainly were a breath of fresh air to me. Not having to train someone to be or act as I preferred them was quite a comfort. There was no worry about her reverting back to who she was by nature. Naturally, this was Kelli. Take her or leave her.

“Where are we going?” Kelli asked as the waiter walked away.

“To the mall, Kelli, we’re going to the mall,” I responded, smiling.

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