A true under the table public sex story.
My girlfriend and I arrived at Martinique a few minutes before our reservation and when the matre d’ accepted my hand in greeting, there was a twenty in the palm which from experience is instantly detected and deftly passed from my hand to his pocket.
He knows that it is a twenty by instinct. He is also converted immediately to one of my most loyal and accommodating friends willing to move anything and anybody in the house to make me happy and to ensure the presence of another twenty. In a very low voice, I let him know that my pleasure would be a corner table with a view of the dining room. For a moment he had that wild look that says that he’s trapped in a hopeless situation.
Then, whispering, just a moment, he disappeared and just as suddenly returned announcing that our table was ready. We both know that that table disappeared from the party that overlooked his twenty.
For the brief moment that he was gone, I had been standing close (very close) to my newest adventure, Angela. I was to her side and just behind her and I could smell her wonderful perfume it was faint and that was good, had to get even closer.
I could feel the warmness and swelling between my legs and I knew that the evening was going to be fun-it already a was-this beautiful girl, dressed so attractively, sparkling in the half-light of this beautiful restaurant, and me getting an erection just standing there, thinking about her, Fun!
I turned my head to ask her if she liked what she saw and by moving my hips forward the least little bit my bulge brushed the cheek of her ass. Wow! I could immediately see in my imagination, both of those smooth round surfaces and the crack between their soft curves, the inside of her thighs, and what lay ahead of that. Thoughts of guilt; of course. But, the pressure grew stronger and I hadn’t moved.
She half-turned toward me to answer my question and I buzzed her on the cheek, couldn’t help it, impulse. Then we headed for our table and sitting very close, made the wine and then the menu decisions. With the wine serving, we were told that the chef took a special interest in the order for Chateau Briand and requested our patience while the delicacy was prepared.
After pouring the second glass of wine, I looked around and the time was perfect so I allowed a gold piece that had been the subject of conversation, to roll off the table and I immediately went after it.
There it was right at my feet, but now I was under the cloth and looking around, I saw that my cover was complete.
I put my hand on one of her knees and then the other. They were separated the way girls do when their legs are concealed but with my touch, they began opening wider and I pushed her skirt hem upward, there it was, the absolute beauty of her sweet, sweet pussy.
She must have thought ahead because she was wearing hose with a garter belt and no panties revealing the thing I wanted to see most. I moved forward brushing her thighs with my lips and placed my nose in her pubic hair. OOOOH GOD heaven! Her smell was delicate and musky with spice, cinnamon? Ginger? … all three!
I didn’t forget what I was there to do, putting my arms under and around her legs I pulled her a little bit forward, then bringing my hands over the top of her muff, I moved them to each side of her pussy and spread the lips open wide so that her clit was standing up like a little man in a boat.
Now my lips covered that soft flesh and my tongue searched for that little man.
It was small at first, but I could feel the little fellow and as I massaged it, it grew, and now I could suck it like a miniature prick. Nothing happened except that I had never been so excited in my life. The feel of the soft skin of her legs against my cheeks, the fragrant odor of sex, her
pussy hair against my nose and my hands flat against her belly feeling the tension build; plus doing something that was the ultimate naughty, this just had to be the most fun thing I had ever done.
This was the ultimate fantasy for me, and now it was happening. This girl so poised and beautiful was about to get her gun in the midst of all these people. My tongue worked slowly and steadily, moving around her clit and then massaging its underside. Nothing happened for a few minutes and then, she threw her hips forward with a thrust so sudden and violent that my lip was bruised and the orgasm was on, and she had given herself to it totally.
Kept my rhythm…
My arms around her legs held her to me and my tongue never stopped its rhythm. She thrust herself up-ward again and again. Finally, her humps got closer together until her pelvis vibrated for a bit then she put her hand on my forehead and pushed me away.
You know how it is when you just can’t do anymore. I slipped from between her legs and slowly raised my self to the seat beside her. Those who saw me could only look questioningly and I sure as hell wasn’t going to supply them with any answers.
I looked at her and was interested to find what her reaction would be. She was holding her head in her hand as if she were ill or in shock. I didn’t say a word and neither did she. Then without raising her head she said, “Don’t ever do that again!”
Then she said, “I’ve never been that excited and I have never had an orgasm as strong as that in my life, but the necessity to scream was so strong that everybody in the place was watching me and I’m embarrassed. All these people know what I look like when I’m coming. Do that whenever you like, but please do it someplace where I can scream.” Then, under the cloth, she moved her hand over my leg and massaged my swelling cock and she kept massaging it while the waiter went through the ceremony of serving the entree for two.
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