Guided to her booth Karen was a bit taken back to see no one there.Guided to her booth Karen was a bit taken back to see no one there. Ordering white wine she sat back to wait and scan the faces. Caleb, her waiter, suspected the redhead at the reserved table right away. You just got a feel for them after awhile. He read about this sort of stuff in magazines. Too bad sugar daddy is late. Five minutes and I start bugging her to order. Karen glanced at the menu and hoped to any deity listening that the waiter glowering in her direction was not Mister Superfuck.It was then she felt the first feather like touch begin to go up the inside of her thigh. She shifted slightly to accommodate her unseen admirer who exhaled warmly on her downy thatch. The fingers still playing almost randomly over her legs were so light and gentle that except for their size she might have thought there was a woman hidden under the table cloth. Also the mouth that was becoming bolder had a mustache. Show time, Miss Scarlett, sneered Caleb's manly inner voice. Arranging his face to appear suitably disdainful he strode to her table. She had enough on the ball to go ahead and order a crab salad he noted, but he knew the pressure was getting to her. Her voice was a tad breathy and there was a fine sheen of perspiration on her upper lip. Between a tongue that tantalized her clit and fingers that had now picked higher ground to give their delightful attention, Karen had a better idea why she was in the corner booth. She let herself enjoy and savor the relative privacy. With the waiter gone she was able to lift her hips enough to have her ass tenderly cupped and kneaded. She eased one silky thigh on his shoulder and could feel the roughness of his cheek on her. Remaining silent and still required determination. Her lover eased away from her pussy as the intensity of her orgasmic peaks approached overload. Karen's orgasm faded. She relaxed as expert hands softly toweled her crotch. With a final kiss against her swollen mound, her lover eased into the seat next to her. "I'm Brian", he said. "Please follow me." He dropped a Franklin on the table as they walked to the manager's office. |