Dessert before Dinner

I hate the lights above the tables at the restaurant we are at. But I like how the tables are set up. If you take a table for two, you must sit next to the person. That means my hand can reach his cock.

As the waitress tells us the specials for today, I'm rubbing him off. I can hear his breathing getting heavier, and she hasn't even asked for our drink order. He grabs my hand and holds it still as he tells her what to bring us to drink. He then goes ahead and places our order.

I like when a man places my order. It shows a sense of confidence. He is saying he knows what I like, and he is prepared to give me what I want.

As the waitress walks away, he brings my hand above the table.

"You need to stop. I'm not going to be able to control myself much longer."
"You say that like it's a bad thing."
"What if I slid my finger inside your pussy right now, wouldn't you be embarrassed about what was going on, knowing someone might notice?"
"Nope." I forget that he doesn't realize just how naughty I can be. He is tempted to test me; I can see it in his eyes. I pull his hand back under the table, and instead of reaching toward him, I show him that my legs are spread apart. I guide his hand under my skirt....glad I wore the short one tonight...and I dare him.

His fingers timidly start flicking my clit. As I smile at the waitress when she brings our drinks, he tries to pull away, but I clench my legs so that his hand is stuck. He starts to get into the game, and his shy motions become more playful.

I feel his middle finger push the fabric of my panties aside. He then slides his finger inside me. His palm is against my clit as moves his finger in and out. The excitement of knowing that we are in public, and that this is the first time he has ever done anything like this, gets to me. I know that this is going to be quick.

Now it is my breathing that is labored as the waitress brings our salads. She eyes me suspiciously as she puts them down in front of us. I smile, daring her to question me. Her face turns red, and she hurries away. I cross my hands on the table, and close my eyes. He laughs and whispers in my ear that it looks like I'm praying. I tell him I'm thinking about God...but more in an Oh God kinda' way...he laughs at this, and starts rubbing harder. I can feel myself getting ready...the trick will be to not make a noise...I bite my lip...and...there...he stares at me.

I politely excuse myself, and walk to the bathroom. I know he thinks I'm going to clean myself up, but I'm not. I plan on sitting in the juices that pooled inside my panties all through dinner. And then when we get done, we won't make it back to my house...or his...I plan on showing him the fruits of his labor, and collecting some fruit of my own before we even get to the highway.