1. Glamour Shots, Chapter 17


    Date: 1/23/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: stormdog100, Rating: 25, Source: LushStories

    park with his little dog, and his junk on display like that – and with his kid, of all things?” I glanced at her as I turned into the parking lot of our local Chili’s restaurant; one way or another, food was going to be part of our day! “I thought we’d established that it’s because he’s an asshole.” “Yeah, that, of course – but what could he be hoping to accomplish? Hitting on women and showing off his package like that while he has his little kid with him? Pathetic!” “I see we agree on that, at least.” I pulled into a parking space and shut off the engine. “Shall we get some actual, physical sustenance, so that I can then take you home and ravish you?” She looked surprised, as if she’d just realized where we were. “Oh! Yes, sure…let’s hurry. I wonder if they have a buffet…?” I laughed. “You know they don’t! Come on, you horny wench – your other physical needs will have to stay on hold for just a bit longer while we pack in some calories to burn off later.” We left the windows down a few inches for Ruby; it was a nice, cool day, so there was no danger to her in the locked car, but we figured she’d enjoy the sights, sounds, and smells of the restaurant and its busy lot. Shown to a table, I was surprised when I slid in on one side of the booth and Alli slid in alongside of me rather than across from me as she usually would; I chalked it up to her overall arousal and desire for intimacy – and boy, was I right! Right there, in the busy noonday Chili’s, she kept fondling and ...
    touching me surreptitiously under the table throughout our meal, whenever she thought nobody was looking, or in our immediate vicinity. I soon had a raging erection, and could feel a wet spot growing because of my leakage! Because she had taken the much more visible outboard position in the booth – and because she had on jeans – there was nothing I could do to her to equal what she was doing to me. Yes, she was braless, and her nipples showed through her shirt from time to time - but they were above the table, so groping her tits seemed inadvisable. At best. I finally had to grab her arm and move her hand away from me, whispering urgently into her ear, “Damn! Will you please stop that, before we have to call for a wet cleanup on table twelve?” She laughed gaily – and completely mercilessly – before answering, sotto voce, “See? I told you that you should have taken me home and ravished me!” I quickly looked around and spotted our server, and flagged him down. “Excuse me, but can we have our check, please?” Alli laughed at my sudden urgency. After I had paid and slipped my credit card back into my wallet Alli slid out of the booth, and when I began to follow I checked myself for any politically incorrect bulging; I knew I was still extremely erect – I could feel that, of course - and while my erection did show through my pants it was not nearly as obvious – nor as large – as Dog Park Greg’s apparently flaccid bulge had been. The problem was, to my horror, that I had a very obvious ...
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