Free Club Fantasy by Joan Elizabeth Lloyd Page B

her leg.
    â€œMore?” he asked, not differentiating between the food and his fingers.
    â€œCertainly,” she said softly. Offering her another bite, his fingers slipped upward and found the crotch of her now soaked panties.
    As she chewed, Toby said, “You seem quite hungry and I enjoy feeding you.”
    He offered her bite after bite, sweets and savories, continually rubbing her sodden crotch and now swollen clit with his other hand. Finally, the appetizers were gone and the main course arrived on the table. Toby placed portions of each dish on her plate. “Before you start, why don’t you go into the ladies room and take off those panties?”
    â€œExcuse me?”
    â€œDon’t play innocent with me, you heard what I said. Take off your panties. I want to feel you, play with you.”
    â€œNot here,” she said, appearing scandalized but, secretly, incredibly aroused at the suggestion.
    â€œYes, here. I told you I had some surprises for you. Now go before things get cold—both you and your food.”
    Jenna gazed into Toby’s deep brown eyes now filled with unabashed lust, hesitated, then threw caution to the wind. Without saying another word, she rose and made her way quickly to the bathroom. In a stall she removed her panties, placed them in her purse, then returned to the table. Toby was waiting, not having started his meal. As Jenna sat back down, Toby handed her a fork. “Just keep eating,” he said, one hand again finding her thigh, the other picking up a fork full of chicken saag.
    As his thumb found her pubic hair, she wondered how he could appear to be eating so calmly and be doing what he was doing. She put a fork full of lamb curry in her mouth but found herself unable to chew when his fingers slid onto her naked pussy. “Chew,” he said with a deliciously evil leer, “and swallow. We wouldn’t want you to choke, would we?”
    She nodded and tried to concentrate on getting the mouthful past her throat. When his finger stopped moving she found she could swallow. She sipped her wine but as she put a bite of lamb into her mouth his index finger slipped inside her. “Just keep chewing,” he said softly as his finger teased, withdrawing, then thrusting into her sopping body.
    It was some kind of exquisite torture. She didn’t want anyone else to know what was going on beneath the tablecloth yet she couldn’t help her excitement. She was close to climaxing right there in the middle of the restaurant but somehow she managed to chew and swallow. “Are you close?” he whispered, when she paused again to sip her wine.
    â€œVery, and you’ve got to stop,” she said, not knowing whether she wanted him to stop or to push her over the edge.
    â€œNot a chance. Put your glass down very carefully and come for me,” he said, as a second finger joined the first and his thumb, stroking her clit.
    â€œI can’t, not here.”
    â€œYou can. Right here, right now.” He pinched her clit lightly.
    She plunged over the edge, swallowing hard to keep from crying out, unable to stop tiny whimpering sounds from escaping her throat. Trembling, she took several deep breaths and looked around. None of the other diners seemed to have noticed what had just happened, despite the fact that it should have registered on the Richter scale.
    â€œIs everything all right here?” the waiter asked. Blushing, Jenna had no idea whether his was just a ritual visit or he suspected what was going on.
    â€œEverything’s just fine,” Toby said, a smug grin on his face.
    Regaining her composure, Jenna said, “Not for long.” As he put a bite of chicken in his mouth, she reached over and unzipped Toby’s pants. She found the slit in his shorts and pulled out his fully erect cock. “Just keep eating,” she said, echoing his words and watching his eyes glaze over. “Chew and swallow.”
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