| Straight: BDSM: New Year's Eve Part 2 (1/3) |
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As you pull up to the curb at the restaurant, I thank you for letting me cum and try to regain my composure and get my breathing back to normal. The valet opens my car door I quickly push the front of my dress back down and hope that he didn't see anything. You come around to my side of the car and help me out. I smooth my dress down in back and I see you sneak a quick peek behind me and tell me that I look great. We both notice a couple of the valets not too far away from us that are definitely looking in my direction and talking to each other. "Come on baby let's go inside," you tell me as you put your hand on my lower back almost on my ass as we walk in. You tell the maitre d that we have reservations but he's slightly distracted staring at me. He tells you that our table is ready and to follow him. "After you," you tell me. You’re such a gentleman but it seems a little strange for me since I'm so used to following behind you instead of walking in front of you. Although I know that you're getting a nice view from back there. We reach our table; you must have requested this particular one. It’s a corner booth in a very quiet somewhat private place but still in the main dining room with people all around. We slide in around the round table; you pat the place right next to you and tell me to come closer. I slide over closer to you as you see the waiter approaching our table. I feel your hand on my thigh and its moving upwards past my stocking, across my bare inner thigh and up towards my pussy. I spread my thighs apart more for you making my short dress come up higher exposing the tops of my stockings. As the waiter gets to our table you gently stroke my clit; he asks what we'd like to drink this evening. He asks if he can get us anything from the bar. While you're still stroking my clit and I'm trying not to let on what’s going on, you ask me if I'd like some champagne. I can barely think straight much less speak with you rubbing me like that, but I manage to say, "Yess, that would be great babe." You order a bottle of champagne and the waiter is still standing telling us of the specials for tonight, all the while you’re still stroking my clit. I barely sit still by now but try my best not to move and hope that he leaves the table soon. You stop when he finally leaves and I let out a long but quiet moan. "Getting you all excited am I, My pet?" you whisper. "Yes Master you are." "Good that's the way I like it." My pussy is dripping wet now and I know that it must be getting on the seat. The waiter brings the bottle of champagne to us pours both of us a glass and asks what we would like to order. We both decide on steaks. He asks if there’s anything else that we need, he seems to be staring at me too. You tell him no we're fine and he walks off. You make a toast to 2007 and hope that it’s a very good year for |
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Eaglejet,
