Free The Alphabet Game the Complete Alpha Series a to X, Y, Z by Andie M. Long Page B

an olive, I don’t mind sharing.’
    ‘Only if I can take it straight from your mouth with my tongue.’
    I’m now on my second glass of champagne with no Ronnie or Rob in sight. They are now over thirty minutes late.
    The waitress heads over to us. ‘I’ve just received a telephone call from a Mr Rob Reardon that the rest of your party will be with you shortly, but something came up.’
    ‘Thank you.’
    She walks away.
    ‘I bet it did,’ I say to Gabe, ‘his cock.’
    ‘Stella, wash out your filthy mouth with more champagne.’
    I sit back in my seat. ‘This is typical Ronnie, I’m afraid. She’s not very reliable.’
    He doesn’t answer and looks somewhere near his feet.
    ‘Is everything okay?’
    ‘Sorry? Oh yes, fine, was just thinking of something I forgot to do at work.’
    I fake mock outrage. ‘You’re out with me and thinking of work? Oh that won’t do at all.’
    I lean back in my chair, remove my shoe and lift my foot up between his legs. He looks shocked but then smiles and settles back. My foot soaks in the warmth from his crotch. I work from the side of his zipper, moving my foot lazily, but with pressure across the ridge of his hard-on.
    The waitress is back. ‘Can I get you anything else whilst you’re waiting.’
    ‘No thanks, we’re all set here right now,’ Gabe drawls in a leisurely tone.
    He holds my foot and pushes his erection against it. Then he tickles my foot. I nearly knock everything off the table as I retract quickly. My glass knocks over and the champagne hits my dress.
    ‘Idiot,’ I shout, flushed as people have looked over at the commotion.
    ‘How did I know you were so bloody ticklish? I had to do something, otherwise I was going to come in my pants at the table, which would have been a lot more embarrassing for me.’
    Gabe beckons the waitress over. ‘Could you sort out the table please and get us some more champagne whilst I just head with this lady to the bathroom so she can sort out her dress.’
    ‘Of course Sir.’ He whispers something to the waitress and she points towards the exit.
    I look at Gabe. ‘Thank you. I’ll go use the hand dryer.’
    He beckons me with his head. ‘Follow me.’
    ‘What are you up to?’
    ‘Nothing, just come this way.’
    He heads me in a different direction from the sign pointing to the ladies bathroom and we approach a door marked ‘staff only’.
    ‘I asked if you could use the staff restroom as you needed to remove your dress. A promise of a very high tip got her to agree.’
    ‘You are certainly earning my respect tonight, that’s most considerate.’
    ‘Now I’ll wait out here and guard the door whilst you sort out your dress.’
    I walk inside the small staff bathroom. It’s beautifully clean and smells of lemon. Someone really takes care of it, so I’m happy to place my bag down on a chair and slip my dress over my head. I rinse it at the sink and then hold it against the hand dryer until its dried. Luckily there’s no stain left.
    I see myself in the mirror, in my heels and undies. I move to the door, slide the lock across and grab Gabe’s arm and drag him into the bathroom.
    ‘What’s going on?’
    ‘I’m horny, that’s what’s going on. Fuck the word earn, lets go for eat.’
    I remove my underwear and sit myself across the back of the sparkling white toilet cistern, legs apart.
    ‘You hungry?’ I ask, ‘the buffets open.’
    He doesn’t need a further invitation. He sits across the toilet seat so my crotch is at the perfect angle for his face and he dives in, raising his hands up to cup my breasts. I feel his tongue flick within my wetness. I could come right now. I push my hands through his hair, pulling him closer and begin to raise myself up towards him. Within a few minutes I come over his face, my breathing ragged.
    ‘You dirty bitch.’
    I run my tongue around my lips, ‘Your turn.’
    He raises himself off the seat. ‘I want to screw you so hard but I didn’t bring any condoms. I