We're sitting in a fancy restaurant. The sexy black dress you're wearing slides up a little further each time you cross your legs. As we drink our wine, you take off your shoes and slide your foot up my leg and begin to rub the inside of my leg, and then up my thigh toward the bulge in my pants. I begin to massage your foot with my free hand. Slowly, I move to rubbing your calf, your knee, your inner thigh. The waiter takes the food order. When he's out of sight, I slip under the table, concealed by the tablecloth. I gently spread your legs, kissing and caressing the inside of your thighs. Your body trembles ever so slightly as my hot breath brings goosebumps on your velvet skin. I kiss your pussy softly, tasting the first juices of your passion. My tongue slowly flicks your pussy lips. You begin to writhe a little in your seat. As I suck your clit gently, I slide the tip of my finger just inside your increasingly wet pussy. I tickle your lips with my finger as my tongue moves back and forth across your clit, matching the rhythm of your writhing hips. As you struggle not to become vocal, our food arrives. The waiter asks where I am, and you tell him I'll be back momentarily. When he leaves, you grab my hair and pull my face into your pussy, leaving my chin dripping with your juices. You then push me away and I return to my chair. You nibble at your food, clearly distracted by something. You excuse yourself to the ladies room. After a few bites of my own food, I head toward to the men's room. I don't make it all the way there......To be continued.
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