Diane hurried to Matt in the sidewalk cafe. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him soundly.
In return, he put his strong arms around her waist and spun her in a wide circle. "God, it's only been a couple hours since I saw you and it seems like a year!"
"The same! I've missed you!" She kissed him again to let him know just how much she had missed him. Her lips parted and her tongue came fluttering out to grapple with his.
For a moment, the world stopped around them.
They were locked in each other's arms and that was all that mattered. They were both panting with excitement. She felt his prick rising between their close-pressed bodies.
He would have fucked her right there, in public, if she had given him the chance. He was that hot for her.
She kicked him in the shin. "That's for starting something you can't finish!"
"Ouch. But you're right. We could get arrested if I did finish what you started."
"Arrested for what?" she teased.
"Hmmm, giving a public performance without the proper permit," he answered. "But I'm hungry. And for some food, too."
She laughed. It was so good being with Matt again. She took hold of his powerful arm and let him guide her through the maze of tables to one secluded at the edge of the building.
"Reserved and for us," he told her. "Because, my dear, I have plans for this lunch."
"Plans? Like what?"
"Come closer and I'll show you."
"Sounds good so far."
She shoved her tits firmly against his chest. Then she began wiggling back and forth enough to stimulate them. She sighed in reaction. Her nipples were taut and felt as if they would explode at any moment. Excited blood had rushed into her tits, expanding them to the breaking point.
Rubbing against her lover made her even more aware of how much she needed his strength, his masculinity to guide her through this complex modern world. He was a pillar of strength to depend on. He wouldn't let her down – ever.
And then she felt his fingers squeezing her asscheeks. She moved a bit closer. This was deliciously sinful. Him fondling her ass in public!
And then his hands burrowed under her uniform skirt. She tried to stop him, but his embrace was too strong. She buried her face in his chest and wondered what he was up to. She could still feel his cock pulsing strongly between them. Whatever it was, it excited him immensely.
Then she got excited, too.
His fingers looped under the elastic band of her panties. He began tugging on the flimsy underwear until he had it pulled down over the flare of her ample ass. Then he quickly shoved the fabric down her slender legs!
"Kick them away," he ordered.
"No! Wait, Matt, this is…"
"Do it!"
She did it. She didn't want to sit there in the hard metal chair with only her stiffly starched uniform between her and coldness, but it didn't seem she had any choice.
"What are you doing?" she asked in a low, husky voice.
"Shut up and sit down. Here comes the waitress with the menus."
Diane did as she was told. The metal chair seemed even colder to her, but that was all in her mind. She kept telling herself that it was purely psychological that she felt more uncomfortable now than before. Those flimsy panties were hardly any protection against anything. But they did cover her naked snatch.
Now she had to be careful crossing her legs so as not to expose her nakedness to any casual passerby.
She realized this was why Matt had done this to her. It was his way of showing her he could protect her against anything. With him, she was safe. She hoped.
"What'll it be today?" asked the waitress.
Diane vaguely heard Matt give his order, then he said, "What will you have, honey?"
As she opened her mouth to answer, she felt the instep of a foot working up between her thighs. Matt's foot was stroking and fondling her leg under the table.
"I, uh, I'll, ohhhh!"
She gasped as his big toe rammed into her cunt-lips. He began toe-fucking her under the table.
She didn't dare let on that anything was happening. "Anything the matter?" asked the waitress. She didn't want a customer to pass out on her table.
"N-no, I – just that t-time of month!" Diane blurted. She felt the foot stroking against the softness of her inner thigh. She hated Matt for doing this to her. Rut she realized there was nothing she could do about it. She was held prisoner by the very absurdity of what he was doing to her.
"Humph. Yeah, okay, so order. I got other tables, you know."
Diane ordered and she couldn't even remember what. Matt's educated foot had found her clit and was stimulating it. She felt a bolt of sexual electricity blast into her belly as his toe began diddling her.
He had found her clit and was now rolling the tiny nubbin around like a marble. He pushed it to one side, let it spring back erect, then moved it in the other direction.
She was gasping and red in the face when the waitress returned with their order.
"Honey, you are going to have to see a doctor about these attacks," Matt told her as soon as the waitress was in earshot.
"It's okay," she gasped. "Hayfever. Yes, it's only hayfever!"
Matt's toe was finding all the right spots to make her squirm and wiggle with desire. She cursed under her breath when he stuffed his toe back into her gooey cunt.
She should have been able to hold back her desire. She couldn't. The man knew all the right things to do to her to make her quiver with lust for him.
"D-don't, please, Matt! Don't do it to me!"
Diane was struggling to keep her voice low to avoid any more attention. "Stop it! Please, Matt, I beg you!"
"Oh, so you're begging me now?"
"Yes!"
That damned toe! It was working its way deeper into her cunt. She felt his other toes wiggling against her pussy-lips. She was approaching the point of orgasm. She didn't want to scream and cry out her joy, but it was going to be hard keeping it in.
She came. She was wracked by shuddery sobs. She bit her lower lip so hard blood started welling up to dribble down her chin. But she didn't scream or attract attention. That was important. She couldn't let anyone know her boyfriend had taken her panties off and was fucking her with his big toe.
That was out of the question!
As soon as the world came into focus again, she brushed a strand of hair from her eyes and turned to face Matt squarely.
He wasn't in his chair.
"Matt! Where are you?"
Then she found out. A wet, rough tongue started licking up the inside of her leg. She tried to move away from the pussy-eating man, but it wasn't possible. He gripped her ankles firmly and kept her from escaping his eager tongue.
"Please, Matt, in public! No!"
She licked away some of the blood still oozing from her tormented lip and rocked back in her chair. She opened her cunt widely to him. It was the only way she could get him to stop. If he had his fill of pussy, he would surely stop tormenting her in public like this.
It was humiliating! She didn't dare cry out. She would attract unwanted attention. People would come over and ask what the problem was and then see she didn't have any panties on and that a man was avidly eating her pussy.
She didn't dare go that far!
The tongue worked all over her pussy mound until her bush was soggy and wet. She felt her cunt churning out her fuck fluids and knew that she needed his mouth clamped firmly on her snatch. Nothing less would do now. He had lit the inner fires; now he would have to put them out – with his questing tongue!
The tender flesh of her upper leg rippled with desire. She felt her belly tighten as the tongue worked its way closer and closer to her cunt-lips.
When the tongue lightly flicked across her turgid pussy-lips, she came.
She was almost ready for it this time. She gripped the edge of the table with a ferocious grip until she thought the metal would bend. Then her raging passions subsided a little.
"Why are you doing this?" she hissed at Matt. "Why, damn you, why?"
"Tastes good," came his muffled words.
And then she was riveted to the seat again as his tongue began slipping in and out of her juicy cunt. He was tongue-fucking her with all the precision and speed of a machine. He hit all the right places, touched all the nerve-endings in an attempt to make her respond.
She was openly crying now. The tears ran down her cheeks as she hung onto the edge of the table for dear life. That tongue was reaming her out good. It flicked across her clit, then passed down the entire length of her sex gash. When it plunged into her cunt-hole again, she felt the sexual tensions building to the breaking point in her young body.
She opened her eyes and saw the waitress standing there, a puzzled look on her face. The woman said, "Are you sure you're okay? Look, I can call the manager."
"Th-that's fine. Everything's f-fine!"
"If you say so. Here's the check. Anything else?"
"N-no!"
The waitress shrugged and walked away just as Matt's driving tongue shot up far into the gooey cunt. She shivered and settled down a bit more in the chair to give him all the cunt he could possibly want to eat. His tongue-fucking was driving her to the brink of orgasm once more.
This time, when she came, she spilled her soup. It hardly seemed important that it ran off the table into her lap. But Matt noticed.
He licked, then said, "When I eat pussy, I want pussy. Not chicken-flavored cunt!"
"You're spoiled. Go on, man, eat! EAT!"
He slurped and gobbled up her cunt until she was writhing like a fish out of water. She was gasping and panting enough to attract attention. But she didn't care. That tongue deep up her cunt was all that mattered to her now. It was giving her more pleasure than any three of the people watching had ever felt.
She was happy. Matt cared enough for her to do this in public. He was eating her pussy in public!
She came again, this time with less intensity. Weak, exhausted emotionally and physically, she sagged down into the chair. When she opened her eyes, Matt was sitting across from her as if nothing had happened.
"Wipe the cunt sauce off your lips, darling," she said.
He lewdly licked it off with just the tip of his tongue.