“So I take it…you’ve made a decision then?” she asked, pressing me even more firmly within her hand.
It was only at that very moment that I did. “Yes,” I told her breathlessly. “I’m willing to at least try…try to continue to understand it, experience this with you,” I told her as she fumbled with my zipper, undoing it, removing my hard stiff cock.
“That’s all I ask,” she said softly. “And even when…and if…you decide otherwise, at least tell me beforehand, just don’t up and disappear on me.”
“I won’t,” I half moaned as she began working my cock slowly up and down there beneath the table, patrons and waiters alike, busy about their meals, totally oblivious to the ecstasy I was now feeling.
“Tell me,” she giggled.
“What here?”
She laughed a bit louder, drawing some attention for a moment, but then whispering. “Not loudly,” she mused. “But I will need to do something here before you do,” she again giggled, removing her cloth napkin from the table, placing it down on my thigh.
“Oh…yeah,” I said, realizing I might need to.
“But I still like hearing it anyway,” she giggled again, her fingers now scissoring the head of my prick which was leaking profusely as she smeared my cock-juice over and around it, delighting my senses.
“Well in that case…prepare yourself. Because I’m going to shoot a nice hot load,” I whispered to her.
June quickly covered my prick with the napkin, but continued to fondle me through it, now forcefully Thomasing it up and down. I hovered on the edge only for a moment, then felt the delicious spurt of my prick as my cum flew into the napkin she had covered it with. Even then I felt the moisture seeping through it, as she did, smiling wickedly, turning towards me looking down, watching the cream ooze through the fine material and into her hand.
“Hmmm nice, now I wish I’d ordered strawberries!” she giggled even louder, and then took away my cum soiled napkin, placing it onto her plate. I looked at her in surprise, but she again just laughed. “It will give the staff something to talk about,” she explained. Now then…it’s my turn!”
As I zipped up putting things away, June somehow managed to slip off her thong, handing it to me. She was wearing a light summer dress, which did make it easy, as she bunched up part of her dress closest to me.
“Give me your spoon,” she said.
I did, but she didn’t take it from me.
“No…between my legs. Use that, run the smooth side up and down between my lips, tap my clitty with it,” she told me.
I began doing so, softly at first, all the while sipping my coffee, my eyes roaming about the room ensuring no one was aware of what was actually taking place here.
“Oh yeah, yeah…that’s nice. Do it a little harder now, tap my clit harder. Harder than that! Harder!”
I did so, trying not to make so much noise however, a bit worried when someone walked over a bit too closely, toning it down, though picking up the speed again the moment they’d passed.
“Oh yeah baby…that’s it, that’s it. Now…spoon it, spoon my pussy…run it up my split!”
She was coming. And as she did, her cream flowed from her cunt in abundance. I looked down, running the tip up her groove, collecting her nectar as I did, watching it ooze out of her in a thick frothy display.
Without even being asked, I lifted the spoon to my mouth, cleaning it off, and then running it up and down her again, seeking more.
“Now I wish we’d ordered strawberries,” I told her grinning as I licked and cleaned off the second spoon of her delight.
We sat for a moment longer, both of us still collecting ourselves. “Well? Shall we? If we’re going to party again tonight, I still have a few things to do and prepare for. And I’d suggest that you go home and get some sleep. If we’re lucky, this will be an even longer, wilder night. And I have a pretty good feeling that it will be!”
Once again June left a sizable tip, telling me that she was definitely not hurting for money as much as she’d been throwing around lately. We soon after left the hotel and restaurant, heading back to her place. She wanted me to drive, which I did. And the entire way back, I sat watching her as she once again fingered herself all the way home.
I knew then, being around her with her…was going to be an interesting experience.
To be continued…