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Dinner TimeWe are in a restaurant enjoying dinner and the conversation turns heated. The white linen tablecloth covers your legs which are barely covered by a short skirt.
I reach under the table and stroke your thigh as you lean over to kiss me gently. The restaurant is crowded and dim and hardly anyone notices us canoodling.
As I begin to massage your swollen lips your head begins to sway, your eyes close half way and you bite your lip ever so slightly.
You begin to rock with the movement - you imagine pushing the table away and spreading your legs and screaming for me to fuck you hard, but you know you can't. Your hand begins to rub your face and cheek as you get flushed.
You grab the table cloth with the other hand and bite your lip harder as you get closer to climaxing. Your skirt is getting wet you imagine everyone staring at you, but as you open your eyes to look around, no one in the restaurant is paying attention to you.
You begin to breath heavy as your climax gets closer, my probing fingers slick with your juices. You love my steady rhythm and look me in the eye with a slight smile as you begin to tremor with orgasm. As you grab the table to steady yourself it shakes and the wine spills over the edge. You grab my face and pull it close, we kiss, as a bead of sweat runs down from your ear to your chin and the tremors subside.
You grab the water to drink as the waiter comes by with more wine.
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