1. F.M.B.


    Date: 8/19/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: BelleFleure, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    starched material, connecting with my inflamed clit. An involuntary gasp escaped my lips and I snapped my eyes around the room to see if anyone had noticed before resuming, making rough circles. The lights in the room began to dim and I realised it was because my eyes were closing. My mouth opened as I sucked in more oxygen to fuel the fire inside me. A distant beat began to drum my veins, bubbling, roiling, a hammering starting in my ears and rippling the length of my body, eddying my pelvis. The decision over whether to come was no longer mine to make. One hand clutched the table edge while the other coaxed tumbling wetness from inside. Seconds later the restaurant faded, to be replaced with dancing colours as the borrowed linen bore the brunt of my orgasm. I was vaguely aware of panting, trying to keep as much of a lid on what I was doing, but succeeding only as far as my body and mind were able. My clit pinched inwards, contracting, winking, drawing my tunnel with it roughly once a second as juices flew from me. It was so fucking decadent to come in front of everyone else in the establishment, whether they noticed or not. Heat erupted and filled every corner of my being simultaneously, not rippling through me like it sometimes did. My whole body glowed like the element of a toaster, pulsing deeply as I rode the long tail of climax, almost unaware of the world until the idle chatter of guests filtered back to my consciousness. Fluttering my eyes open, the first thing I ...
    saw was him, mouth agape, clearly appreciative of my show. He nodded. "Put the napkin on the table." I shot him a glare but slowly peeled the napkin from my lips and did as he asked, trying to cover up the obvious dark patch. He coughed. "Wet side up." With trembling hands I rearranged the linen so the stain was facing the ceiling. It glistened in the low light, silvery trails criss-crossing its surface, clearly not from a simple liquid spill. I went red. He seemed to revel in my discomfort. I reached for my wine and drank deeply, aware of my chest still heaving and orgasmic flotsam in my veins. He replenished my glass, settled back with his own drink, pleased with himself. No words were spoken until the meal arrived. The waiter was efficient, attentive, clearly very good at his job, the mouth-watering dish presented exquisitely, a testament to the exclusivity of the restaurant. I prayed he wouldn't notice my arousal on the napkin. With mine delivered, the remaining meal was set down on the place mat across from me. "Thank you," he said. "I wonder, would you please replace my companion's napkin? She appears to have soiled that one." I stared at him, open-mouthed and turned crimson. The waiter nodded. "Of course, Sir." He came round to my side of the table again and I leaned slightly away to allow him to reach across me and retrieve the dirty item. Ever professional, he didn't make a scene when his fingers stuck to the surface before he scrunched my pussy juice into the centre, ...
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