A Night On The Town

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A Night On The TownAs you dress to go to the restaurant, you are literally glowing with excitement. You have been trying on different outfits… too long and concealing, too slutty, not slutty enough… You know from our conversations and shared fantasies that I am a real voyeur and want to make it an interesting night for both of us. Finally you settle on a short skirt… no underwear; and a loose fitting transparent top with a sheer bra underneath. You top off the outfit with black high heels. As you look at yourself in the mirror, you become aware that wetness is already dripping from your excited pussy. You are so turned on. You are really going to do it. You are going to meet me and live out our fantasies. The decision was made to meet at the restaurant, because if we met at the hotel room, we knew we’d never leave it. It’s time for you to leave – what to do about the moisture ready to pour from you… Quickly, you stuff a handkerchief between your legs to sop up your flowing juices and you leave for the restaurant.When you arrive and enter, the place is dimly lit and, as it was mid-week and off season, sparsely occupied. You have no trouble finding me. You approach and my smile instantly makes you feel comfortable… and even hornier. I stand to greet you, and we hug, chastely. I hold you as long as I dare, then I pull back and drink you in. I am about to lean in for a small kiss, when I stop. You noticed that I have turned my gaze to your feet. You look down and become quite startled. Your mind had been so utterly absorbed with the night ahead, that you had completely forgotten about the handkerchief. It has become heavy with your leaking fluid and has fallen out from between your legs to land in a sodden heap on the carpet.”Looks like you dropped your handkerchief”, I say. “That gives me the opportunity to be the perfect gentleman and to pick it up for you.””No!”, you blurt out, but it is too late. I have already bent over to retrieve your soaked hanky.I am confused at first, and then I become aware of the moisture on the handkerchief. I look at you, nonplussed, smiling.”It’s not… I mean, I didn’t…” you fumble, not sure of what to say. Was it worse to let me think that I was handling a hanky you’d blown your nose in or should you bahis siteleri tell me what was really drenching it. Seeing as we were there for sex, had discussed sex in many letters and phone calls, it seemed that the truth was best. After all, we’d never once spoken about snot.You look me right in the eyes and say, “I was using it between my legs. It’s my pussy juice.”I smile. Broadly. Then laugh. It is infectious and you laugh with me.As we sit, you tell me about how excited you had become and how you had used the handkerchief to try to keep yourself from literally dripping until arriving for dinner. You were so intent on meeting me that you had forgotten to take it out. I am very flattered, and tell you that I’d like to keep it as a souvenir. Considering how many of my handkerchiefs I had filled with my own cum when we played on the phone, it seemed fair. You tell me that I may keep it and I fold the token and place it in my pocket.We have a wonderful dinner, talking and laughing a lot. As if we had know each other forever. And yet, we are also both getting turned on chatting and flirting with each. You are beginning to think that you should ask for the hanky back, to stem the flow of wetness in your crotch… it is so wet. It is obvious to you that I am really enjoying your outfit and you’re very glad that you had opted not to wear the panties. Even though they would have soaked up your juices, you have a treat in store for me. You suggestively shift in your seat to give me a delightful view of your wonderful breasts down the front of your top, and of course, I just can’t help but look. I turn, moving my chair a bit so that I am facing you, and as I do you slowly cross your legs leaving a gap. From where I am sitting, I can see right up your skirt, yet you are hidden from the other patrons by our table’s long tablecloth. You see me look and smile more broadly than ever.”Like what you see, Jericho?””Yes I do, I like it very much.”It’s extremely wet.””I know; I can see the love liquid glistening on your lips.”You laugh, “Love liquid?”I laugh too. Then I look around. No one else was really near by and we had just gotten after dinner coffee, so we probably wouldn’t be seeing the waiter again soon… You notice the glint in my eyes, you have canlı bahis an idea what is on my mind.”Go ahead … Touch it. You know you want to.”I scoot my chair closer. You move in a bit, too. Instead of diving into your cunt, I take my time. I slowly and gently caress your legs. Delicately, deftly teasing and kneading the flesh of your thighs. Your eyes never leave mine as my hand explores you, toys with your pubic thatch, coming closer and closer until at last I so softly, so tenderly touch your swollen cunt lips. A shock runs through your entire body. You are positively giddy with passion. It is so exhilarating… better than any dream or fantasy we have discussed!!A last I push my fingers through the puffy lips of your pussy and into your drenched hole. You try to be calm, but can’t help emitting a low, satisfied moan. I do not speak; I just continue fingering you, putting another, and then another finger into your drenched twat. As I slowly work my fingers in and out of you, I tease your distended clit with my thumb. “Oh my God”, you think, “I’m going to cum right here in this restaurant…”And you do. You feel your body twitch and buck as you cum on my hand. You glance about, but no one is looking so you let yourself go and shove my cunt onto my fingers, riding the last few surges of your orgasm.Your squirting pussy makes a squelching sound as it reluctantly releases my fingers. I pull them free and bring them to the top of the table. They are as wet as if I had dunked them in a finger bowl. Winking at you, I bring them to my mouth, secretly sucking your “love liquid” from them. Seeing me do that, another wave of hot lust flushes through your crotch and you shudder with an orgasmic aftershock. Just as we have regained our composure, the waiter comes and brings our check. As I pay the tab, you notice that I whisper something to the waiter and give him a $20.00 tip. The waiter leaves and I smile and wink at you. You are now sure that the waiter would not be bothering us anymore this evening, nor would he be sitting anyone else in this back section of the restaurant. Alright then…To my surprise, you reach over and unzip my pants. You fish my hard dick out of my underwear and stoke it slowly and tenderly as I tilt my head back and enjoy güvenilir bahis the sensation. You take your half finished glass of wine from the table and bring it below the tabletop. You check and make sure no one is watching, and then you slip my erect fuck stick in the amber fluid. It is cool on the hot flesh of my hard cock! You then slowly and deliberately bend over. You take my cock in your mouth and began sucking and licking the chardonnay off of it. “I’m sucking Jericho’s cock in a public restaurant”, you muse to yourself, “just like in our fantasies”. Flushed with excitement you can already feel your pussy quaking warming to orgasm again. You continue to suck my ridged cock, not caring if we are caught, not caring about anything but the feeling and taste of my wine-coated cock. Every time you feel my nuts tighten and realize that I am close to ejaculation, you remove my penis from your mouth and cool it off in the wine… When the urgency to cum has passed me, you then suck me to the brink again. You can tell that I am in heaven. Low moans escape from my throat as I watch you suck me… I see that you are also fingering your pussy as you suck me.At long last you decide to let me cum. I am close, very close, and you know that I am expecting you to stick my swollen cock back in the wine to cool it off once again. You take it out of your mouth for a second, and then plunge it through your lips all the way into the back of your throat. I explode, sending spasms of hot, thick spunk down your throat. You eagerly drink me down. My body quivers, sending tremors of joy through my frame and I see yours do the same as you ride though a second orgasm. I buck and fuck your mouth, shooting the last of my salty load down your throat.You lean up and kiss me on the lips. My tongue explores your mouth, tasting your saliva and my own sperm. You are still stroking my cock as we kiss… draining the last drops of my semen into the glass of wine.When we have composed ourselves, you lift the glass and toast. “To us”.You sip from the semen flavored wine. Then offer it to me. I take the glass from and repeat your toast, draining the last of the liquid from the glass.Our evening of fantasy made real has just begun. Ahead of us is a night of exhibitionism, playful fun and good times together. We have waited a long time for this opportunity, and we are going to live it up, savoring every second!Fortified, we leave the restaurant hand in hand and head out for a night on the town…

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