I'd love to get to know you better, too, « I breathed. «Ever since I met you at that party … I think about you now and then. I thought you were too busy for me to ever get a shot at you … to get to know you, that is.»
«Not at all,» he said.
I put my hand on Richard's strong wrist. I glanced over at the side of the table; the tablecloths hung down past my knees. I looked into Richard's gorgeous eyes as I spread my legs slightly and eased his fingers gradually up the insides of my thighs. I kept watching him carefully as I licked my lips hungrily.
He stretched out his finger as I reached between my legs and tugged my panties out of the way. I spread my legs further; I pressed his middle finger against the hole of my cunt. I was gushing wet for him; his eyes went wide as he realized it.
«Put it in,» I whispered. «Doing it in public turns me on.»
Richard eased his finger ahead; it entered me slowly as I whimpered. I snuggled forward on the seat so that he could get a better grip on me; he pressed his middle finger deeper in and I grunted, leaning toward him.
«That feels so good,» I whispered. «I really want you.»
He pulled back on his finger, then shoved forward again. I glanced around, a few people were watching us. They couldn't know what we were doing, though – the tablecloths hid us. I whispered into his ear. «Put two fingers in … please …»
Richard drew his finger back and put two fingers up against my cunt; he started forcing them in, stretching my cunt-hole as I squirmed on the seat. «That's so good … uh … deeper …» He put them all the way in and I leaned forward and kissed him on the lips, sliding my tongue gently into his mouth.
«I want more of you,» I panted. «I want your cock.»
«I've got reservations,» he said. «At the Wambala.»
I smiled. The Wambala was a luxury hotel. I'd been there once, with an old boyfriend of mine who'd wanted to fuck in style. Their rooms were just made for wild sex.
«I can't wait,» I whispered. «Let's get there fast.»
«My limo's waiting,» he smiled. «From the way Phil described you, I thought you'd feel this way.»
«I do,» I panted. «I've got to have you.»
He pulled his fingers back; I bit my lip, disappointed as they left me. I knew he couldn't properly finger-fuck me there in the restaurant – now we were on our way to the hotel where I'd really get fucked.
«Let's go,» he said.
I tucked my skirt and my panties back down, straightening my clothes. As we got up, I downed the last of my drink; I was really feeling off- center. But I liked it; I was about to fuck one of the best-looking guys I'd ever seen. He helped me on with my leather jacket; we walked out the front door. He put his hand on my back as we waited for the limo, then let it trail briefly down to stroke the curve of my ass through the leather skirt. I wished he'd lift it up, stroke my naked buttocks … but we were in the parking lot! I giggled; I leaned close to Richard and put my arms around him. I snuggled deep into his warmth; he turned and I could feel his cock bulging through his pants against my fishnet-clad thigh. I panted into his ear as I stroked it with my leg; he rubbed my neck sensuously. My cunt seemed to tingle every time he'd touch me; I knew that before long he'd be making me tingle everywhere. I smiled at him as he kissed me softly on the neck.