The Restaurant Erotic Couplings

The Restaurant Erotic Couplings "I guess I'm going to have two helpings tonight, though one of them will be kind of soupy."

Once when we were dating I'd convinced Terry to rub herself to orgasm on a park bench. Just subdued, like she was thinking about something, maybe what we were going to do later. I can taste your cunt juices that have dripped down."

"You didn't do that did you Stephen? They're so big, I have such a fat ass!" She was almost crying.

But I think, maybe more so because of the sexual tension that had built up.

"My fat, hairy chest."

"Do you love me enough to tell me which panties you're wearing?"

Report Story bycerectionŠ 0 comments/ 10265 views/ 8 favorites Report Story Report Story "Could you...? Could you take your fingers out. "I'll say whatever you want at home. You are really something."

Once when we were dating I'd convinced Terry to rub herself to orgasm on a park bench. I love those big cheeks, every twitch in them." I really did. "You can take it, can't you?"

I was a little bewildered. Something big, something hard, something hot."

Nonetheless, it was time for a little shove. "All right Stephen. Keep me open? Take your fingers out and fill the hole with something else?"

She quietly let out a gasp of air. Terry was quiet, but not in any kind of bad way. Good.

"I'm a patient man for the woman I love. Why do you that?" This restaurant was quieter than most in New York, but there was still enough of a hubbub that no one was going to hear our conversation.

You'll not only get relief, but it'll get you ready for the main event." "No no no no no.

"And pull them down?"

"You want me to spread it don't you?" she asked. I'm scared if I get up there'll be a puddle." She exhaled. Wait until we get home, then I'll tell you."

"As I'm rubbing your shaft I start getting a feeling I haven't had in a long time. "You're going to get lucky tonight." I could barely hear her voice. Keep me open? Take your fingers out and fill the hole with something else?"

"You want me to spread it don't you?" she asked. Here." She smiled. But no matter how hot I am, I

am not going to make myself come in public again."

"Oh jeeez, don't.

Theresa and I were out for our every once in a while fancy restaurant night.

"You look beautiful tonight." I clinked her wine glass.

"Please, please open your ass for me.

She nodded. Our sex life has been pretty damned good, if interrupted raising a couple of kids, and we were on the way to rediscovering it. But please, take the lube and drip it there."

"Something like...?" I pushed. At least, a man could dream. "Don't do that!"

"Be quiet, or I'm going to stop."

"My big, fat ass is staring you right in the face. "Keep your shirt on, but take your pants off. How am I going to out of here? Everyone will see."

"Yes, a total stiffy.

She looked down at the table. Can you?" I said as she blushed profoundly.

"You'll like it. And by the way Terry, what do you mean how will *you* get out of here? How will *we* get out of here? I'm soaked too.

"Well Terry, *you* might not get lucky when we get home if I can't hear a little more from you."

I was a little bewildered. Now." "Hmmm, all right, I can do that. All right." But I could see she was smiling again.

"You like the sensations, right?" I said in just as low a voice.

"I... It's too hard, everyone will see." Her head was shaking. Was she...? Terry seemed to lost her inhibitions about being out in the restaurant.

"Put that away right now." I did. You can guess what I'm going to do to you when we get home.

Now." She let out a rush of air. At least, when we were alone in the bedroom. I'm not sure that she even blinked.

"Oh baby, you know I do. And her bloomers," I said with a genuine beam in my eyes.

"You didn't do that did you Stephen? They're so big, I have such a fat ass!" She was almost crying.

"What do you mean?"

"Come on, there's almost no one here. Instead of my stripping for you, tonight you're going to stand

in front on me while I'm prim and proper on the couch..."

"Good. "What can I give you?"

"Prim and proper without a bra or panties under your chic clothes, leaking all over the place."

Once when we were dating I'd convinced Terry to rub herself to orgasm on a park bench.

"What? Tell me. Is it red too?"

"Do you love me enough to tell me which panties you're wearing?"

"You didn't do that did you Stephen? They're so big, I have such a fat ass!" She was almost crying.

For some reason that's really sexy to me.

"Yes can take it! I just want you to take me! But we can't until we leave. Back to what I want. "Then tell me. "I am mortified! Why do you like doing this to me? It doesn't really arouse me as much as you think it does."

"I... Just reach under your dress."

Actually, no one around us looked up for even a second. "I am mortified! Why do you like doing this to me? It doesn't really arouse me as much as you think it does."

I nodded vigorously. "Oh my God, oh my God, did that just happen? What did I do? What did you do to me?"

"Are you sure? I mean, I want you to be turned on and happy with me."

"Really? Your kidding, right? With this blouse?" Her whisper was hoarse again. "I'm going keep my clothes on. She quickly sat down as the waiters were departing. Fuck me fuck my ass. You'll pull your penis out from the slit in your underwear and zipper, it'll be difficult because it's already as hard as a rock."

"I want your panties.

"I don't need to make you, you love it when I lick you there. I really do."

"Oh okay. It's so slick."

"Don't you dare, there's more to come. Which ones?"

She let out a rush of air. That's a story worth telling someday. Now, two. I want *you* to be turned on."

"You'll like it. And soaked now. You are really something."

"I... She was enjoying the shove, just a little. And yet, I could her shifting around in her seat. I love to spread for you, I love the feeling of your tongue on my asshole. She was right about that, her nipples did indeed stick out a mile. Hallelujah.

"Could I what? What do you want me to do?"

"What?! I had a spot?! Do you think anyone else noticed?!" Now the pink turned almost dark red.

"I do, I want you to spread your ass cheeks."

I nodded vigorously. You'll pull your penis out from the slit in your underwear and zipper, it'll be difficult because it's already as hard as a rock."

The waiters were just delivering our meals when Terry was walking back with her right hand trying, and failing, to contain all the material from clutching her bra.

"Are you sure? I mean, I want you to be turned on and happy with me."

"Oh, you really do love me."

Terry's burning her eyes into mine right now.

"I'm a patient man for the woman I love. We're at the early oldster sitting. "I guess I'm going to have two helpings tonight, though one of them will be kind of soupy."

She nodded again. But you're not. Why do you that?" This restaurant was quieter than most in New York, but there was still enough of a hubbub that no one was going to hear our conversation. I have a feeling this was just the warm up. It's my turn." She started again. "I love your fingers. Not a plug, not tonight. "I don't understand how you do this to me."

"Theresa!" I shook my head. I love to spread for you, I love the feeling of your tongue on my asshole.

"Yes. That was incredible."

"You'll like it.

OK whatever. But, if I can't see that I could think about it when you hand them over."

"Come on, there's almost no one here. There were enough people around that the restaurant background noise shield both of us. "You're going to get lucky tonight." I could barely hear her voice.

The look in her eyes, which never wavered from mine.

I don't care what she says, without fail afterwards she tells me she loves every minute of the game.

"Oh jeeez, don't. Now." "Don't you dare, there's more to come.

"Fair play buster.

"Oh jeeez, don't.

"Be quiet, or I'm going to stop."

"I can't believe you're asking me to do this," was mumbling as her hips were rocking back and forth.

You're gorgeous. I fell for that once before. "You can take it, can't you?"

"That's why you'll look so good." I sweet talked. Tell me what *you're* going to do to *me*."

"I'm a patient man for the woman I love. Sorry for the pun."

"But it makes me so uncomfortable."

"Eating a dessert sounds," I told her with an exaggerated ogle. "I guess I'm going to have two helpings tonight, though one of them will be kind of soupy."

She twinkled slightly and murmured, "You know you can make me horny with just your leer, but we're in the middle of so many people." That was an exaggeration, but we certainly were in a public place.

"You could stop it right now. You're torturing me." She was breathing heavier. I'd always been the more adventurous, but Terry would come along for the ride, if a bit reluctantly. Not here!"

"For me? You wore them for me tonight? Am I going to get lucky later?"

"Everyone will see a spectacular looking creature. "Now? Here? No. If you make me."

"What? Tell me."

Lube? I wonder if...

"Why?" "No no.

"Put that away right now." I did. Why do you that?" This restaurant was quieter than most in New York, but there was still enough of a hubbub that no one was going to hear our conversation. "You're going to do what I say, and button by button you'll open your shirt for me so I can see that hairy chest of yours."

"You like the sensations, right?" I said in just as low a voice. "You'll take off your shoes and socks, unbuckle your belt, unbutton your pants."

"My big, fat ass is staring you right in the face. "Tell me more."

"I'm already turned on. I, um...

"Put that away right now." I did. Ahhhhhhhhhhh."

"Yeah, really something. "God, the material keeps rubbing, I feel like I could come right away." She went pink. "Steve, shhhh, you're embarrassing me again. Nudge nudge.

"You've got the floor mistress." I pantomimed a zipper across my lips.

"And I pour the lube out over your hard cock, and slick it all up, rubbing up and down, making it shudder in my hands, massaging it just up to the point where you're going to spurt... Could you...?"

I opened them up in front of me before I grabbed them up and inhaled hem across my face. Do you know what I want?"

Lube? I wonder if... It's too hard, everyone will see." Her head was shaking. I really do."

"Oh God yes." Her arm continued to shake the tablecloth. My nipples are so hard they'll stick out a mile and everyone will see..." She trailed off as she started to get up. And by the way Terry, what do you mean how will *you* get out of here? How will *we* get out of here? I'm soaked too. "I'm going to fuck your brains out." A pause.

"And pull them down?"

"Yes. "For me? You wore them for me tonight? Am I going to get lucky later?"

"That's why you'll look so good." I sweet talked. "You're going to get lucky tonight." I could barely hear her voice.

"Can we eat? Please." . "Oh my God, oh my God, did that just happen? What did I do? What did you do to me?"

"And people will only see a gorgeous woman that turns their heads."

"I'm pushing my finger in your ass. Sit down." Terry was confused. Let's enjoy our coffee so we can get home and start the main event."

"What do you mean?"

"Well Terry, *you* might not get lucky when we get home if I can't hear a little more from you."

"I don't know, it's just that everytime I move I can feel my knobs tickle my..." she quieted a litte. It looks so stupid like that, and so... "Tell me more."

"The hairy chest I like so much mister," she said firmly. We've been married for 24 years, living in Manhattan with two boys who are off at college. Keep me open? Take your fingers out and fill the hole with something else?"

It was clear that she'd gotten hem down past her ankles and over her heels as she was handing them off to me under the table. Wait until we get home, then I'll tell you."

"Shut up, you. Not a plug, not tonight. Just reach under your dress."

"Uh, I want to see you do it."

"I can't...

"You too? Oh my God, you too?" She beamed. "I feel my pussy leak a little more. Do we have to have have dessert? I really need you to plow me."

"All right Steve, if you make me do it I can spread for you. I can taste your cunt juices that have

dripped down."

Her orgasm was intense. You're gorgeous. And by the way Terry, what do you mean how will *you* get out of here? How will *we* get out of here? I'm soaked too. Our sex life has been pretty damned good, if interrupted raising a couple of kids, and we were on the way to rediscovering it. "Is that what you want from me?"

"The hairy chest I like so much mister," she said firmly. "I'm going keep my clothes on. Not here!"

"Something like...?" I pushed. You'll pull your penis out from the slit in your underwear and zipper, it'll be difficult because it's already as hard as a rock."

"Steve?" she said, almost a little modestly. Something big, something hard, something hot."

"What? Tell me. You're torturing me." She was breathing heavier. I want something warm.

I nodded. "Everything will show. "I want to see them."

"As I'm rubbing your shaft I start getting a feeling I haven't had in a long time. I have a feeling this was just the warm up. Intense, but quieter than I'm making it sound.

"Come on, there's almost no one here. Take them off here."

"Oh Steve, stop. But I think, maybe more so because of the sexual tension that had built up. Instead of my stripping for you, tonight you're going to stand in front on me while I'm prim and proper on the couch..."

Theresa and I were out for our every once in a while fancy restaurant night.

"Yes, a total stiffy. But you're not. If you make me."

"What? What! You really want this?" She started to get up from her chair looking slightly disgusted and somewhat defeated.

"No no. Steve, can you take your lubed up cock and put it straight up my lubed up big, fat, open ass.

"I feel my pussy leak a little more. so dirty. "I told you, they're grannys, big. "I want to see them."

She twinkled slightly and murmured, "You know you can make me horny with just your leer, but we're in the middle of so many people." That was an exaggeration, but we certainly were in a public place. I want... The words are stuck.

"You know it turns me on. Fuck me up the ass with your big hard cock? Please Steve, fuck my ass tonight.

Whenever she used the word "tits" I knew foreplay had started. "Yes Steve," she lowered to almost a whisper. "Everything will show. I, um... That was incredible."

I just stared at her with a happy smile. Can you imagine that?"

"What? A butt plug? Is that what you want in your asshole?"

I nodded vigorously. I want something warm.

"I... "God, the material keeps rubbing, I feel like I could come right away." She went pink. But, if I can't see that I could think about it when you hand them over."

She looked down at the table.

"Yeah, really something. "Maybe you could give me those panties now so I can tell how lucky I'll be?"

I said with a hint of hopefulness. Which ones?"

"And I pour the lube out over your hard cock, and slick it all up, rubbing up and down, making it shudder in my hands, massaging it just up to the point where you're going to spurt... She was right about that, her nipples did indeed stick out a mile. Wait until we get home, then I'll tell you."

"Oh okay. But I want even slicker, so I reach over to the table where --magically!-- there just happens to be a bottle of our favorite lube."

"You know it turns me on.

"I feel like I'm naked and all the people are staring at my tgirl tits."

"I... I'm not sure that she even blinked.

"I don't need to make you, you love it when I lick you there. But still.

I'd spread her bra out with the D-cups pointing upwards like the mountain range they were. My nipples are so hard they'll stick out a mile and everyone will see..." She trailed off as she started to get up. You're beautiful. Can you?" I said as she blushed profoundly. That's a story worth telling someday. And that it'll turn you on too."

I nodded. It's so slick."

"I love you too Stephen," she said, clinking back. Do you know what I want?"

I nodded.

"Good. That's all. And yet, I could her shifting around in her seat. But she'd usually get there with a tiny push. But please, take the lube and drip it there."

"You've got the floor mistress." I pantomimed a zipper across my lips.

"I want to see your balls hanging down under your shirt tales. The red Granny pants." She was even turning a light shade of red herself.

"No. She must have come about 500 times. "I'm going keep my clothes on. You can lick me, no matter how humiliating it is. Can you?" I said as she blushed profoundly. Fuck me fuck my ass.

"God," she exhaled, "I...My...I'm already soaked. Sorry for the pun."

"Oh, you really do love me."

"My big, fat ass is staring you right in the face. "You'll take off your shoes and socks, unbuckle your

belt, unbutton your pants."

"Could I what? What do you want me to do?"

After we ordered dessert and coffee she looked over at me. It would take an hour to get them down."

"That's why you'll look so good." I sweet talked. I fell for that once before. people will look..."

I'd spread her bra out with the D-cups pointing upwards like the mountain range they were.

Ahhhhhhhhhhh."

Pun, shum. "God," she exhaled, "I...My...I'm already soaked. It looks so stupid like that, and so...

Intense, but quieter than I'm making it sound. At home." Another smile. "Here. And it'll stick out of your pants, straight up with that little curve that it has. "I told you, they're grannys, big. I want *you* to be turned on."

"What?! I had a spot?! Do you think anyone else noticed?!" Now the pink turned almost dark red.

"No no. Ohhhh ohhhh ohhhhhhhhhh my gawddddddd. Here." She smiled. It's too hard, everyone will see." Her head was tgirl shaking. "Don't do that!"

"Yeah, really something. "I don't want everyone listening to us."

Nonetheless, it was time for a little shove. "I did that to you? You made me take off my underwear in public, but I did that to you?"

"I love it when I soak your penis with my mouth, it feels so good. Back to what I want. You are so...

"Then tell me. "I don't want everyone listening to us."

Her shifting was becoming a little agitated.

"I can't believe you're asking me to do this," was mumbling as her hips were rocking back and forth.

But I want even slicker, so I reach over to the table where --magically!-- there just happens to be a bottle of our favorite lube."

"What? What! You really want this?" She started to get up from her chair looking slightly disgusted and somewhat defeated.

That was a close one. But you're not. Not here... But my eyes were glued to the 70s TV style jiggle of her breasts. At least, a man could dream. I just love having my lips around the tip, getting my red lipstick all over it and then cleaning it off." I saw her arm move a little deeper under the table.

"I do Terry. The look in her eyes, which never wavered from mine. But no matter how hot I am, I am not going to make myself come in public again."

"No sir Mister, no way." She sounded pretty resolute. She must have come about 500 times. people will look..."

I opened them up in front of me before I grabbed them up and inhaled hem across my face. If you make me."

"You know I can't do this in public. You are really something."

"What? A butt plug? Is that what you want in your asshole?"

"Fair play buster. Take them off here."

"Oh God yes." Her arm continued to shake the tablecloth.

"Well Terry, *you* might not get lucky when we get home if I can't hear a little more from you."

"My fat, hairy chest."

Her story was getting intense. But my eyes were glued to the 70s TV style jiggle of her breasts. That was amazing. Sit down." Terry was confused. "Now? Here? No. The red ones.

"Here!" she said as she thrust her hand across the table and deposited the goods.

"I'm pushing my finger in your ass. Instead of my stripping for you, tonight you're going to stand in front on me while I'm prim and proper on the couch..."

I don't care what she says, without fail afterwards she tells me she loves every minute of the game.

"No silly.

I'd spread her bra out with the D-cups pointing upwards like the mountain range they were. "Steve, shhhh, you're embarrassing me again. "Now? Here? No. Not here...

She quietly let out a gasp of air. "Oh my God, oh my God, did that just happen? What did I do? What did you do to me?"

Her orgasm was intense. Really. I want... We've been married for 24 years, living in Manhattan with two boys who are off at college. You can guess what I'm going to do to you when we get home.

"What? Tell me."

"Are you sure? I mean, I want you to be turned on and happy with me."

"Yes. "I do. Could you...?"

"Stop please!" she pleaded in a hoarse undertone. There were enough people around that the restaurant background noise shield both of us. You can guess what I'm going to do to you when we get home. I slowly stand up and turn around, shimmying up my skirt, shifting my hips back and forth. Really. "I did that to you? You made me take off my underwear in public, but I did that to you?"

"I can't wait to get my mouth down there. Say it."

"Can we eat? Please."

This is probably a good time to tell you about Terry and me. It was all right with me, we had a great time together.

"You've got the floor mistress." I pantomimed a zipper across my lips.

"Oh baby, you know I do. To make it short, when we got back to her apartment I think we fucked for five hours, on every piece of furniture, on the floor, in the shower.

Her story was getting intense. And take off your bra for me too and bring it back.

"I feel like I'm naked and all the people are staring at my tits."

"Of course, I'd rather see your bottom hugged in by those giant see through reds. Let me see your asshole, let me lick it."

Whenever she used the word "tits" I knew foreplay had started. Say it."

Her shifting was becoming a little agitated. Maybe I did too. But that was then, and I'd never been able persuade her to try again. I want to see you hairy balls too."

"The fucking or the telling? Both!" I smiled, and she smiled back. "Keep your shirt on, but take your pants off. "You can take it, can't you?"

She let out a rush of air. Not here... With your dick standing straight up so I lick you all over, suck your dick, play with your balls, and finger your ass, all at the same time." Her arm was going back and forth a little. Tell me what *you're* going to do to *me*."

She nodded again. so dirty. "Maybe you could give me those panties now so I can tell how lucky I'll be?" I said with a hint of hopefulness. "But how's it feel?"

"Here!" she said as she thrust her hand across the table and deposited the goods. Nudge nudge.

"I can't believe you're asking me to do this," was mumbling as her hips were rocking back and forth.

"The ones with all the lace? The super sexy red ones?"

I opened them up in front of me before I grabbed them up and inhaled hem across my face.

"I love it when I soak your penis with my mouth, it feels so good. For some reason that's really sexy to me. But that was then, and I'd never been able persuade her to try again. Maybe I did too. It's my turn." She started again. "What can I give you?"

"You know I can't do this in public.

"Yes can take it! I just want you to take me! But we can't until we leave.

"I told you before. The red ones. "God, the material keeps rubbing, I feel like I could come right away." She went pink. Good.

Terry's burning her eyes into mine right now.

"Could you...? Could you take your fingers out.

"And people will only see a gorgeous woman that turns their heads."

"Really? Your kidding, right? With this blouse?" Her whisper was hoarse again.

"I told you before. And that it'll turn you on too."

"What do you mean?"

I just stared at her with a happy smile. At least, a man could dream. Do we have to have have dessert? I really need you to plow me."

The waiters were just delivering our meals when Terry was walking back with her right hand trying, and failing, to contain all the material from clutching her bra. She was enjoying the shove, just a little. Sorry for the pun."

"Prim and proper without a bra or panties under your chic clothes, leaking all over the place."

"Oh really? You know, when you were walking towards the ladies, I was fixated on the wet spot on the back of your dress."

"Your cock always tastes so good to me. Let me see your asshole, let me lick it."

That was a close one. " And that I'm actually doing it!" She stopped for a second. Say it."

"You know it turns me on. The words are stuck. "Maybe you could give me those panties now so I can tell how lucky I'll be?" I said with a hint of hopefulness. "What can I give you?"

"Why?" "Oh really? You know, when you were walking towards the ladies, I was fixated on the wet spot on the back of your dress."

"No sir Mister, no way." She sounded pretty resolute. "Here. Is it red too?"

Pun, shum. With your dick standing straight up so I lick you all over, suck your dick, play with your balls, and finger your ass, all at the same time." Her arm was going back and forth a little. "I don't understand how you do this to me."

"I want to see your balls hanging down under your shirt tales. Really.

It was delicious, as usual. "Now? Here?" I was starting to sound like her.

"Really? Your kidding, right? With this blouse?" Her whisper was hoarse again. "It tingles in my kitty." Quieter still. I'm not sure that she even blinked.

Theresa and I were out for our every once in a while fancy restaurant night. But I stop."

I nodded.

"What? Tell me. "In fact, maybe you could get up and show it to me when you walk away to the ladies. "Then tell me.

"You could stop it right now. She was right about that, her nipples did indeed stick out a mile. Here."

She smiled.

"I do, I want you to spread your ass cheeks."

"Why?" And what a night it was.

"Fair play buster. "I'll say whatever you want at home. Let's enjoy our coffee so we can get home and start the main event."

Terry's burning her eyes into mine right now.

"I love you too Stephen," she said, clinking back. Let me see your asshole, let me lick it."

"Your cock always tastes so good to me. You're beautiful. That was incredible."

"Oh, you really do love me."

I was a little bewildered.

"Oh really? You know, when you were walking towards the ladies, I was fixated on the wet spot on the back of your dress."

"But it makes me so uncomfortable."

Her orgasm was intense. Which ones?"

She nodded again.

"Everyone will see a spectacular looking creature. We're at the early oldster sitting. You're beautiful.

I want something warm. Just like you like it. "Yes Steve," she lowered to almost a whisper. "I love your fingers.

"Yes can take it! I just want you to take me! But we can't until we leave.

"Be quiet, or I'm going to stop."

"Theresa!" I shook my head. "Is that what you want from me?"

"My fat, hairy chest."

I just stared at her with a happy smile. "No silly. Can you imagine that?"

"I feel like I'm naked and all the people are staring at my tits."

"Everyone will see a spectacular looking creature. "All right Stephen. Now, two. And it'll stick out of your pants, straight up with that little curve that it has. But no matter how hot I am, I am not going to make myself come in public again."

Whenever she used the word "tits" I knew foreplay had started. That was amazing. And soaked now.

"Tell me more."

"As I'm rubbing your shaft I start getting a feeling I haven't had in a long time.

"Oh baby, you know I do. "No silly. Please Terry.

"Steve?" she said, almost a little modestly.

I nodded.

"Don't you dare, there's more to come. "You're going to do what I say, and button by button you'll open your shirt for me so I can see that hairy chest of yours."

"What?! I had a spot?! Do you think anyone else noticed?!" Now the pink turned almost dark red. All right." But I could see she was smiling again. But still.

The waiters were just delivering our meals when Terry was walking back with her right hand trying, and failing, to contain all the material from clutching her bra. I'm about to explode out in public myself."

"I want to see your balls hanging down under your shirt tales. You can lick me, no matter how humiliating it is. "I feel my pussy leak a little more. That's all. But still.

"I do Terry.

Her story was getting intense. "It tingles in my kitty." Quieter still. She must have come about 500 times. That's a story worth telling someday. The words are stuck.

"The fucking or the telling? Both!" I smiled, and she smiled back.

"You want me to spread it don't you?" she asked. Please Terry. But I want even slicker, so I reach over to the table where --magically!-- there just happens to be a bottle of our favorite lube."

"No!" "Good. "Keep your shirt on, but take your pants off.

"Could you...? Could you take your fingers out. But she'd usually get there with a tiny push. but...

The look in her eyes, which never wavered from mine. but... But that was then, and I'd never been able persuade her to try again. Not here!"

"I love you too Stephen," she said, clinking back.

"Your cock always tastes so good to me. "I did that to you? You made me take off my underwear in public, but I did that to you?"

"Something like...?" I pushed.

"The ones with all the lace? The super sexy red ones?"

"Oh Steve, stop. "Don't do that!"

"Stop please!" she pleaded in a hoarse undertone. "I'll say whatever you want at home. Just like you like it.

"What? What! You really want this?" She started to get up from her chair looking slightly disgusted and somewhat defeated. I fell for that once before.

It was clear that she'd gotten hem down past her ankles and over her heels as she was handing them off to me under the table. You're gorgeous. It's so ridiculous that I have to grab it and put it down my throat."

"I can't wait to get my mouth down there. I, um... And her bloomers," I said with a genuine beam in my eyes. "I don't want everyone listening to us."

"Oh God yes." Her arm continued to shake the tablecloth. Nudge nudge.

Nonetheless, it was time for a little shove. But my eyes were glued to the 70s TV style jiggle of her breasts. All right." But I could see she was smiling again. You're torturing me." She was breathing heavier. I want *you* to be turned on."

"I... "I love your fingers. It's so ridiculous that I have to grab it and put it down my throat."

"No sir Mister, no way." She sounded pretty resolute. But I stop."

"You too? Oh my God, you too?" She beamed. I want to see you hairy balls too."

She nodded. Tell me what *you're* going to do to *me*."

Actually, no one around us looked up for even a second. You creep!" She was smiling, by the way.

And it'll stick out of your pants, straight up with that little curve that it has. so dirty.

"I don't need to make you, you love it when I lick you there.

"For me? You wore them for me tonight? Am I going to get lucky later?"

"I'm already turned on. "Do you like my big bum that much?"

"No. But she'd usually get there with a tiny push. Fuck me up the ass with your big hard cock?

Please Steve, fuck my ass tonight. Sit down." Terry was confused. At least, when we were alone in the bedroom. You are so... Steve, can you take your lubed up cock and put it straight up my lubed up big, fat, open ass. Do you know what I want?"

"Hmmm, all right, I can do that. "It tingles in my kitty." Quieter still. How am I going to out of here?

Everyone will see."

It was clear that she'd gotten hem down past her ankles and over her heels as she was handing them off to me under the table. But please, take the lube and drip it there."

"You like the sensations, right?" I said in just as low a voice. Just subdued, like she was thinking about something, maybe what we were going to do later.

"And pull them down?"

"You know I can't do this in public.

"No!" "Prim and proper without a bra or panties under your chic clothes, leaking all over the place."

"Shut up, you. Please Terry. It's so ridiculous that I have to grab it and put it down my throat."

"I don't know, it's just that everytime I move I can feel my knobs tickle my..." she quieted a litte. "I'm going to fuck your brains out." A pause. "But how's it feel?"

Her jaw dropped.

OK whatever. That was amazing. Is it red too?"

She looked down at the table. "In fact, maybe you could get up and show it to me when you walk away to the ladies. It's my turn." She started again. " And that I'm actually doing it!" She stopped for a second. I really do."

"What? Tell me."

"Could I what? What do you want me to do?"

"I want your panties. Terry was quiet, but not in any kind of bad way. How am I going to out of here?

Everyone will see."

Lube? I wonder if... There were enough people around that the restaurant background noise shield both of us. Hallelujah.

Her jaw dropped. But, if I can't see that I could think about it when you hand them over."

She twinkled slightly and murmured, "You know you can make me horny with just your leer, but we're in the middle of so many people." That was an exaggeration, but we certainly were in a public place. It was all right with me, we had a great time together. I want to see you hairy balls too."

"Eating a dessert sounds," I told her with an exaggerated ogle.

"Do you love me enough to tell me which panties you're wearing?"

"But it makes me so uncomfortable."

That was a close one. Fuck me up the ass with your big hard cock? Please Steve, fuck my ass tonight.

After we ordered dessert and coffee she looked over at me. At home." Another smile. It would take an hour to get them down."

"Here!" she said as she thrust her hand across the table and deposited the goods.

"Of course, I'd rather see your bottom hugged in by those giant see through reds. The red ones.

"God," she exhaled, "I...My...I'm already soaked. Not a plug, not tonight. Even out in the kitchen

things could get a little awkward for her with some harmless sexy talk. With your dick standing straight up so I lick you all over, suck your dick, play with your balls, and finger your ass, all at the same time." Her arm was going back and forth a little. You can lick me, no matter how humiliating it is. You creep!" She was smiling, by the way. I love those big cheeks, every twitch in them." I really did.

"Can we eat? Please."

"What? A butt plug? Is that what you want in your asshole?"

She nodded. And that it'll turn you on too."

I hope I do, I just can't say it out loud. To make it short, when we got back to her apartment I think we fucked for five hours, on every piece of furniture, on the floor, in the shower. "Now? Here?" I was starting to sound like her.

"I can't wait to get my mouth down there. "I don't understand how you do this to me."

And what a night it was.

I hope I do, I just can't say it out loud. You'll not only get relief, but it'll get you ready for the main event." "No no no no no.

"Uh, I want to see you do it."

It was delicious, as usual. "You're going to do what I say, and button by button you'll open your shirt for me so I can see that hairy chest of yours."

This is probably a good time to tell you about Terry and me. She quickly sat down as the waiters were departing. I just love having my lips around the tip, getting my red lipstick all over it and then cleaning it off." I saw her arm move a little deeper under the table. I'm about to explode out in public myself."

Terry shook her head.

"Oh okay. At least, when we were alone in the bedroom. Ahhhhhhhhhhh."

"I'm already turned on. Oh..." She'd bunched up the red lace and pushed it across the table. "Do you like my big bum that much?"

"Uh, I want to see you do it."

After we ordered dessert and coffee she looked over at me. "But how's it feel?"

Her jaw dropped. Let me think." Her eyes looked up at the ceiling for a second, before they found mine again.

"Hmmm, all right, I can do that. Intense, but quieter than I'm making it sound. It would take an hour to get them down."

"All right Steve, if you make me do it I can spread for you. You'll not only get relief, but it'll get you

ready for the main event." "No no no no no. We've been married for 24 years, living in Manhattan with two boys who are off at college. " And that I'm actually doing it!" She stopped for a second.

"Everything will show. Do we have to have have dessert? I really need you to plow me."

I don't care what she says, without fail afterwards she tells me she loves every minute of the game.

And soaked now. It was all right with me, we had a great time together.

"You look beautiful tonight." I clinked her wine glass.

Her shifting was becoming a little agitated. "Here. To make it short, when we got back to her apartment I think we fucked for five hours, on every piece of furniture, on the floor, in the shower.

Let me think." Her eyes looked up at the ceiling for a second, before they found mine again. My nipples are so hard they'll stick out a mile and everyone will see..." She trailed off as she started to get up.

It was delicious, as usual. "I want to see them."

"Stop please!" she pleaded in a hoarse undertone. Just like you like it. I love to spread for you, I love the feeling of your tongue on my asshole. Could you...?"

"Eating a dessert sounds," I told her with an exaggerated ogle. I'm about to explode out in public myself."

"You could stop it right now. It's so slick."

"And people will only see a gorgeous woman that turns their heads."

"The fucking or the telling? Both!" I smiled, and she smiled back. For some reason that's really sexy to me. "Is that what you want from me?"

And what a night it was. But I think, maybe more so because of the sexual tension that had built up.

Actually, no one around us looked up for even a second. But, tonight they're not enough. Hallelujah.

"And I pour the lube out over your hard cock, and slick it all up, rubbing up and down, making it shudder in my hands, massaging it just up to the point where you're going to spurt... She was enjoying the shove, just a little.

"I don't know, it's just that everytime I move I can feel my knobs tickle my..." she quieted a litte. I'm scared if I get up there'll be a puddle." She exhaled. "I do. "Now? Here?" I was starting to sound like her. Our sex life has been pretty damned good, if interrupted raising a couple of kids, and we were on the way to rediscovering it. And take off your bra for me too and bring it back. I slowly stand up and turn around, shimmying up my skirt, shifting my hips back and forth. At home." Another smile.

That's all. "Yes Steve," she lowered to almost a whisper. You know, where you each take a little more care to dress nicely for each other to make sure you both know you care a bit more than you usually show. It looks so stupid like that, and so... Steve, can you take your lubed up cock and put it straight up my lubed up big, fat, open ass. Oh..." She'd bunched up the red lace and pushed it across the table. Take them off here."

Pun, shum. but...

"Oh Steve, stop. Can you imagine that?"

"Yes, a total stiffy. I'd always been the more adventurous, but Terry would come along for the ride, if a bit reluctantly. Let me think." Her eyes looked up at the ceiling for a second, before they found mine again. You know, where you each take a little more care to dress nicely for each other to make sure you both know you care a bit more than you usually show. people will look..."

"You look beautiful tonight." I clinked her wine glass.

"The hairy chest I like so much mister," she said firmly. Ohhhh ohhhh ohhhhhhhhhh my gawddddddd.

"I want your panties. Terry was quiet, but not in any kind of bad way. I'd always been the more adventurous, but Terry would come along for the ride, if a bit reluctantly. But, tonight they're not enough. I'm scared if I get up there'll be a puddle." She exhaled. "I am mortified! Why do you like doing this to me? It doesn't really arouse me as much as you think it does."

Terry shook her head. "Steve, shhhh, you're embarrassing me again. You are so... The red Granny pants." She was even turning a light shade of red herself. Even out in the kitchen things could get a little awkward for her with some harmless sexy talk. Was she...? Terry seemed to lost her inhibitions about being out in the restaurant. But I stop."

I nodded. You know, where you each take a little more care to dress nicely for each other to make sure you both know you care a bit more than you usually show. I love those big cheeks, every twitch in them." I really did.

"Please, please open your ass for me.

"Theresa!" I shook my head. You creep!" She was smiling, by the way. "In fact, maybe you could get up and show it to me when you walk away to the ladies. "I do. Was she...? Terry seemed to lost her inhibitions about being out in the restaurant.

I hope I do, I just can't say it out loud. Ohhhh ohhhh ohhhhhhhhhh my gawddddddd.

This is probably a good time to tell you about Terry and me. And take off your bra for me too and bring it back.

Terry shook her head.

"You too? Oh my God, you too?" She beamed. Just subdued, like she was thinking about something, maybe what we were going to do later.

"Shut up, you. The red Granny pants." She was even turning a light shade of red herself.

"I do Terry. Maybe I did too. I slowly stand up and turn around, shimmying up my skirt, shifting my hips back and forth. "I told you, they're grannys, big. But, tonight they're not enough. Just reach under your dress."

"Of course, I'd rather see your bottom hugged in by those giant see through reds.

OK whatever. Even out in the kitchen things could get a little awkward for her with some harmless

sexy talk. I can taste your cunt juices that have dripped down."

"The ones with all the lace? The super sexy red ones?"

"I do, I want you to spread your ass cheeks."

"I'm pushing my finger in your ass. "Do you like my big bum that much?"

"No!" "I can't...

"I can't... She quickly sat down as the waiters were departing. Back to what I want. Oh..." She'd bunched up the red lace and pushed it across the table. I just love having my lips around the tip, getting my red lipstick all over it and then cleaning it off." I saw her arm move a little deeper under the table. Let's enjoy our coffee so we can get home and start the main event."

She quietly let out a gasp of air. "I'm going to fuck your brains out." A pause. I want... Now, two.

"Please, please open your ass for me. Good.

"I told you before. "All right Stephen. Something big, something hard, something hot."

"No. "Steve?" she said, almost a little modestly. "You'll take off your shoes and socks, unbuckle your belt, unbutton your pants."

"All right Steve, if you make me do it I can spread for you.

"I love it when I soak your penis with my mouth, it feels so good. We're at the early oldster sitting.

And her bloomers," I said with a genuine beam in my eyes. Fuck me fuck my ass. I have a feeling this was just the warm up. And yet, I could her shifting around in her seat