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Erin and Jonathon's First Date

Date: 11/6/2014, Categories: BDSM, Author: SharkInChardonnay, Rating: 0, Source: LushStories

broke into a happy, toothy smile. "Have you masturbated?” she whispered. Jonathon looked terribly embarrassed and, feeling the first prickles of heat, loosened his tie. "Can we talk about this later?" "No, now. Have you masturbated?” She knew he wasn’t going to go anywhere, that he was hooked. She pushed the barbs deeper. Jonathon looked around, the intensifying warmth sweeping up his face, convinced everyone in the restaurant could hear. “Yes." He briefly looked her in the eye as he answered her, averting back to the table as soon as he had. "When?" she asked, enjoying his coyness and his blush. "Today?" He didn't look at her. “Yes." "Do you know I'm wet?" "Jesus, Erin.” "What?" she replied, giggling and studying his face before becoming serious once more. "Do you know I'm wet?" "I do now, yes.” "No, you don't." She paused and grinned at him. "Do you want to know?" Jonathon looked puzzled. What on earth did she mean?” Quickly glancing around she slipped her hand up under the short hemline. Jonathon noticed a slight gasp as her fingers made contact. Scooping herself, she told him, "Hold your hand out.” He sat, hesitant and uncomfortable. "Come on, hold your hand out. It’s not a very good start if you can’t obey me in such a simple task,” she sternly added. Jonathon's heart was beating strongly, so strong he felt it was visible. He stretched his hand out across the table, laying it palm down on the cream tablecloth. "Turn it over.” Erin extended her hand towards his and her ... wet, viscous-coated fingers transferred her juices to his fingertips. Jonathon glanced around, rubbing his fingertips together. "You'll do as you told then?" she quizzed. Jonathon, lobster-like in his embarrasment but equally thrilled, replied sheepishly, “Yes." Erin smiled triumphantly "Suck it off your fingers,” she instructed. She was pushing, examining his reactions, searching for resistance, and enjoying the progress. Again Jonathon glanced around the room to the tables and people closest to him and slowly raised his hand to his mouth, quickly sucking the moistness from his fingers. She smiled across the table, relishing his pleasure and his public discomfort. "When we get back to the car I want to watch you do yourself." Erin had seen the waiter approaching and had timed her outrageous statement to coincide with the arrival of the food, leaving Jonathon in a combination of pleasure and public discomfort as he suddenly caught sight of the waiter. He sat silently as the waiter placed the plates and side dishes. "Is there anything else I can get you?" "No, thank you. That’s fine." Jonathon responded, refusing to look the waiter in the eye. "Enjoy your meal.” The waiter left and Jonathon, having regained his composure a little, looked up at Erin with a grin. Erin laughed back and started to cut into her bruschetta. "Enjoying yourself?" Erin raised a questioning eyebrow along with her satisfied smile. "I am.” Jonathon replied. "We are on the same page then?" "Oh yes. I think ...