Free The Plan by Apryl Summers Page A

as I gazed at
myself in the mirror. I walked out of my hotel room, strutting my stuff down
the hallway onto the elevator — it
was time to trick Harvey Goldman.  
    ***
    When we arrived at the restaurant, the
host led us to our table. As we were walking, I reached over and grabbed Harvey ’ s hand. He turned and looked at me in
shock. In the corner of my eye, I could see his face — mouth partly drooped and eyes wide open. I
intentionally choose not to look at him, just to keep him guessing.
    He seated me as he did the night before
only this time I thanked him. He smiled and sat down. We had our meal with wine
and then ordered dessert. While waiting on our banana caramel cream delight, I
slipped off my shoe and slowly stretched my leg under the table. I aimed
between his thighs and gently placed the arch of my foot on his crotch, sliding
my toes across his penis. Harvey jumped like a little kid who receiving his
first kiss.
    Removing my foot, I asked, “ Are you alright? ” He knew it was my foot pressing against
his cock, but he played it off as if nothing was happen ing.
    What is wrong with this guy?
    Elaine told me he was a pervert and was
known for public displays of sexual affection, but that didn't seem to be the
case.
    The waiter brought our dessert and placed
it in front of each of us. Then, I had an idea.
    “ Enjoy. ”
    “ Excuse
me sir, ” I
said.
    The waiter turned around and in the most
polite voice, he asked, “ What
can I get you? ”
    I asked him for the ingredients to the
banana cream delight, and he started sharing the recipe. While he gave his
explanation, my foot revisited Harvey ’ s
crotch. This time, he did not jump, nor did he move because the waiter was two
feet away. I kept rubbing his cock, giving the waiter my attention with direct
eye contact all the while. I could feel Harvey starting to get hard.
    The server finished explaining and I asked
him what other desserts were on the menu. He immediately started describing
each dessert, one-by-one, and the whole time his eyes were fixed on my
cleavage. When I noticed the waiter ’ s
stare, I continued to massage Harvey. Then, I scooped up a fork-fill of banana
cream and slowly lifted it to my mouth. Holding the fork in hand, I licked the
cream with the tip of my tongue as I would the head of a penis. When I did, a
small portion of the cream topping dripped off the fork and landed on my left
boob. I glanced down at my chest, the melting cream slid down the curved
portion of my breast, supported by my pushup bra.
    Placing the fork on the table, I looked
down and watched the cream run down my chest. With my left hand I tugged my
dress to the side, exposing more than half of my breast. With my other hand I
scooped the dripping cream with my finger, sliding upwards until it rested
safely on my fingertip. The waiter had stopped talking, I gazed
intently into his eyes as I placed my finger inside my mouth and sucked the
cream. I slid my finger it in and out, sucking on it as if it were a firm cock.
Harvey ’ s
prick stood to attention as I continued to rub his cock during the banana-boob
routine.
    After dessert, I told Harvey I wanted to
go, but he insisted upon ordering a cup of coffee. Repeatedly, I asked him to
leave, but he kept stalling. Then he finally admitted that he could not stand
up yet because he had an erection and didn ’ t want anyone to see his bulge. I was
waiting for this opportunity to arrive. It was time to con the con.
    “ Let
me see it, ” I
demanded.
    “ What? ”
    “ Let
me see your dick, ” I
replied.
    “ Not here . ”
    “ Is
Harvey Goldman getting embarrassed? ”   I asked, giggling. With
that, I pushed off my other shoe and placed both feet on his stiff cock,
rubbing it.
    He tipped his head back, closed his eyes,
squinted his eyebrows and took a deep breath.
    “ You
like that? ” I
said softly.
    He nodded his head with approval. My con
was beginning to work. We were dining in a private area, so I looked around