If the morning had been spent in a haze of arousal, the afternoon was thick, pea-soup variety fog. My entire body was so sensitized by the day’s events that I felt incapable of performing even simple tasks or thinking logically through the most rudimentary problems.

I rarely moved in my seat; my pussy was so sensitive that even the slightest movement could cause me to shudder in arousal.

It was with relief that I saw quitting time had arrived. Heart and body pounding in tandem, I grabbed my purse and headed downstairs. I was due to meet you at a local bistro in ten minutes.

By the time I reached Antonio’s, I was out of breath. I had to squint to see the tables in the dim lighting. A row of high-backed, very private booths lined the left wall of the restaurant. I saw you seated in the very last booth, facing me. You smiled as you spotted me. The devilish grin was back, firmly in place.

You watched me as I walked to the booth. I could feel your eyes sliding over my body. Deliberately, I lengthened my stride, swaying my hips gently from side to side, straightening my back slightly so my nipples pushed against the soft silk of my blouse. I wanted to feel your eyes on me. I wanted you to think about my body and all the things I could do to you with it. I wanted to give you just a little taste of the torture I’d endured for the entire day. I kept my gaze steadily on you the entire time.

I think we were both a little more excited by the time I reached the narrow booth where you were sitting. Smoothly, I slid into the booth across from you, aware of every aroused inch of my body.

You smiled again. “I took the liberty of ordering a bottle of wine… I hope that’s okay.”

I nodded, my breath coming more quickly just by sitting near you. Nervously, I licked my upper lip. I saw your eyes catch it, watching my tongue as it slid along my upper lip. Your smile deepened.

The waiter appeared with a bottle of wine and two glasses. He filled both glasses with a flourish and, after ensuring we didn’t need for anything else, left us alone with our thoughts and our imaginations and our thundering hearts.

“I’ve thought of nothing else but you all day long.” you murmured. “Wondering if you liked my gift, wondering how you were feeling… wondering if you had managed not to sneak off into the ladies washroom.”

At your words, I felt my clit begin to hum.

“No.” I whispered. “I didn’t relieve this… pressure. But it was a near thing.”

“I’m glad.” Your eyes were warm, and promised so many things… “I would prefer to watch you rub yourself.”

I took a deep breath. Instantly, my mind was filled with images – images of the cold, white, sterile ladies’ washroom, of your warm, hard body leaning against a wall as I sat on the edge of a sink, thighs wide, fingers rubbing my clit over and over, feeling your eyes on me as I frigged myself to orgasm….

Like I needed another fantasy.

I brought myself back to reality with effort and gave you one of those looks that said “You’d better watch it.”

You laughed.

“Actually,” you murmured, “what I’d rather do most of all is touch you, right here, right now. It’s dark, and if I touched you under the table, nobody would notice.”

I felt my blood coil around the juncture of my thighs, starting its maddening beat.

“Since I can’t, though, I want to touch you in the only way I’m allowed right now.”

With that, you reached into your pocket and withdrew a small black box. It was about half the size of a pager and looked harmless. My body stiffened as I realized what you meant to do.

Smiling wickedly, you turned the switch to light.

I closed my eyes as the soft foam lips that hugged my clit began to vibrate. I could feel the tension seeping back into my muscles. Opening my eyes, I reached for the wine glass and took a long swallow, hoping to soothe my suddenly parched throat.

I saw you watch my throat work as I swallowed. I wondered what you were thinking.

My thighs began to clench and unclench, involuntarily. I could feel my arousal swirling around me. My nipples lifted against my lace bra, begging for your tongue.

The heavy beat between my thighs increased as you increased the power to medium.

Oh, God. I could feel small shudders forming at the base of my spine, wanting to twist their way through my body. I wanted your fingers, your mouth, your cock – anything and everything to end this torture.

You held my gaze as you began to talk quietly so none of the other patrons could hear. “I want you to imagine I’ve slid my hands underneath the table. No one notices, of course – it’s too dark. But you can feel my hands climbing up your thighs, coming closer and closer to the place where you ache for me. Are you wet there?”

Whimpering, eyes half closed, I nodded.

“Good. Imagine my fingers stroking higher, higher until they just brush against your clit.”

I was dying.

The vibrations worked their magic, rubbing my clit like a lover, driving me crazy, keeping me perched on the edge of orgasm but never fully allowing me to cross over.

“I run my fingers through your wetness, feeling how much you want me. I slide a single, long finger into you, rubbing against your inner walls, feeling you clench around me and pull me in even deeper.”

My breath was coming fast, my eyes were glassy. I was trapped in your gaze as you said the most erotic things I’d ever heard. And all the time, my clit was being pleasured in secret, like an unseen pair of lips.

I never wanted you to stop.

“I know what you want.” You paused. Your eyes were dark dungeons from which I could not escape and I watched your hands as they turned the remote up the final notch. You took my hands in yours and began speaking again.

“I slide my hands down your thighs, spreading them apart and run my finger up your slit until it reaches the place where you ache the most.”

My clit was pounding, buffeted by sensations it had never felt before. It felt as though an earthquake was going on between my thighs. My breath was shaky and my cheeks flushed as I held onto your hands for dear life. My body tightened as it galloped towards orgasm.

“I watch you come apart as I rub your clit, over and over, running my finger in small, silky circles around the nub until you shake and cry my name.”

My body was like steel, every muscle and ligament stretched to the point of breaking. Looking straight into your eyes as you said all of this made it even hotter – I felt you watching me as I came close and closer to the edge. My pussy was a ring of fire that pulsed in waves to the edges of my body. The soft foam lips sent heavy, rhythmic pulses to the center of my body.

“And just when you don’t think you can take it any more, I slide underneath the table and take you in my mouth.”

That did it. My body felt like it was snapping in half as I bucked in tight, small movements, riding the wave of the orgasm as it hit. I was helpless in its grasp for several moments as I felt your eyes on me, savouring the release you’d given me.

Exhausted, flushed, I finally relaxed against the back of the booth, thankful for its high back that had shielded me from the other people in the bistro.

Your eyes were heavy with desire as you lifted my limp hand to your lips and kissed it gently.

“Thank you.” you murmured.

Molasses ran through my veins, making me feel heavy and warm. “Thank you.” I responded.

You smiled. “Then you enjoyed your gift?”

I couldn’t help it – I laughed. “I’d say so!”

My husband be damned. I couldn’t stay away from you any longer.

I took your hand in mine and slowly licked along the length of your index finger. “You just wait… I fully intend to pay you back for this.”

Your eyes grew heavy lidded with desire as you leaned back and watched my tongue travel along your finger.

Your voice was a little thicker than normal when you finally answered me. “I really hope so.”

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