her leg.
âMore?â he asked, not differentiating between the food and his fingers.
âCertainly,â 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, âYou seem quite hungry and I enjoy feeding you.â
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. âBefore you start, why donât you go into the ladies room and take off those panties?â
âExcuse me?â
âDonât play innocent with me, you heard what I said. Take off your panties. I want to feel you, play with you.â
âNot here,â she said, appearing scandalized but, secretly, incredibly aroused at the suggestion.
âYes, here. I told you I had some surprises for you. Now go before things get coldâboth you and your food.â
Jenna gazed into Tobyâs 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. âJust keep eating,â 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. âChew,â he said with a deliciously evil leer, âand swallow. We wouldnât want you to choke, would we?â
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. âJust keep chewing,â he said softly as his finger teased, withdrawing, then thrusting into her sopping body.
It was some kind of exquisite torture. She didnât want anyone else to know what was going on beneath the tablecloth yet she couldnât help her excitement. She was close to climaxing right there in the middle of the restaurant but somehow she managed to chew and swallow. âAre you close?â he whispered, when she paused again to sip her wine.
âVery, and youâve got to stop,â she said, not knowing whether she wanted him to stop or to push her over the edge.
âNot a chance. Put your glass down very carefully and come for me,â he said, as a second finger joined the first and his thumb, stroking her clit.
âI canât, not here.â
âYou can. Right here, right now.â 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.
âIs everything all right here?â the waiter asked. Blushing, Jenna had no idea whether his was just a ritual visit or he suspected what was going on.
âEverythingâs just fine,â Toby said, a smug grin on his face.
Regaining her composure, Jenna said, âNot for long.â As he put a bite of chicken in his mouth, she reached over and unzipped Tobyâs pants. She found the slit in his shorts and pulled out his fully erect cock. âJust keep eating,â she said, echoing his words and watching his eyes glaze over. âChew and swallow.â
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