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  To my utter shock he grabbed that ankle and yanked it up. It was a small table and I only slipped about an inch, but I still gasped. He smiled wickedly and started massaging my leg from the ankle up.

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  His hands rolled over my flesh with practiced strokes. I wondered if he ever did this professionally. It felt so good l I couldn't keep an even look on my face. He stopped at my mid-thigh, massaging deep. "Would you like me to go further?". I looked over his gorgeous angular face, his soft green eyes. I needed his touch. I'm not sure I ever wanted something so much in my life. I gave a moments consideration to our beautiful dinner going cold, but couldn't focus on that long.

  I looked around the restaurant surprised to find it had gotten busy. There were a lot of people in groups of two or four. They were all eating and laughing. I wondered how I didn't notice before, but I often got caught up in him. Conversation bubbled around us. I doubted anyone could hear a thing. The tablecloth went all the way to the floor and there were plenty of couples who slid close together. No one paid us any attention.

  "Yes, please." He gave me a seductive smile and slid his chair closer. He reached under the table grabbing both of my thighs and massaging all the way up. I thought I would explode. I 'd gone way too long without sex. I dipped my head down as a wave of pleasure almost made me moan. This was embarrassing.

  His fingers were so close to where I wanted them I couldn't take it. The tips of them skated my panties from the top down sending tingles up my body. They were thin and lace. The warmth of his fingers seeped into my skin. My dress bunched at my thighs, my fists tightening on the fabric as I squirmed with anticipation.

  He pressed his thumb to my clit over my panties. He pushed down gentle but firm. It amazed me he found my clit with so little effort. I wondered if it was a lucky guess, but then he started rolling his thumb over it in a way that made my eyes roll back in my head. He moved his thumb in rhythmic circles. I closed my eyes trying to control the reaction in my body. When I opened them he stared at me? His handsome face flushed, his lips looked plump. I wanted to kiss and suck on the skin peeking out from his shirt. "Can you take more?"

  "Yes, please." He laughed at my eagerness. He returned one of his hands to the table taking a sip of his wine. The other pushed my panties aside. I stared at his mouth on his glass and wished that he put them on me instead.

  My heart beat with reckless anticipation as I waited for him to touch my bare skin. My dress slipped down in the commotion and the top of my breasts were exposed. They were full, warm, and inviting. His eyes traced them. He stroked each of my labia, first the outside then the inside.

  I tried to stay still. He took his sweet time, seeming to enjoy my torment. Despite my efforts my hips kept twitching toward him. He smiled lasciviously and pressed his thumb to my clit again. I never had anyone handle me like this in public before. He held the soft flesh, rolling his finger with amazing rhythm. The sensation amazed me. "I see you played with one of these before." I couldn't help a soft moan escaping.

  He laughed and slipped a finger inside me. He pushed inside and found my g spot with the same lightning efficiency he used to find my clit. He began stroking me with the same expertise he. I fought the urge to moan and pant and he pushed his fingers into me. He kept two distinct tempos with each finger leaving me speechless. Only a small part of me could think anything at all.

  I wondered how long I could keep from moaning outright. It was so good I kept forgetting where I was, or why I shouldn't be screaming in pleasure and begging him to fuck me. I could feel my insides starting to unravel. I tried to close my legs on his hand. "Do you want me to stop?" His deep voice demanded.

  "Oh God, no." I gasped.

  "Then open your thighs." The waiter walked over then to inquire how everything came out. To my horror he stopped gyrating his fingers but didn't move his hand. I was embarrassed and turned on. I kept wondering if the waiter did notice and those tips were so good he wouldn't react.

  The waiter left after he attended to what we needed. "Now, where were we?" His fingers began moving again. The sensation was intense. When I could stand to keep my eyes open through the pleasure his face looked concentrated and sexy. His green eyes were blazing with sexual energy.

  I was about to finish, and not a neat orgasm either. If he kept working me like this I would make a mess of the chair. I thought of the bus boy. "You have to stop."

  "Why?" His tone skeptical. His hand slowed the smallest amount.

  "I can't, like this, not here." My voice sounded whiny and desperate.

  "Why not?" He still didn't stop. I was so close now. He needed to stop, or we would have to pay for this chair.

  "I'm going to squirt, okay? Please stop." His mouth popped into a sexy "oh". He slowed his hand and pulled his finger back from my g spot. His jaw looked strained as he stared at me with intense eyes. The air between us charged to the point I couldn't stand it. The tiniest bit of restraint kept me from throwing myself at him.

  "Touch me." He stirred the air. I leaned forward, grateful he provided an outlet for the tension. I grabbed his erection through his pants. He was so hard I gasped in surprise. All that blood pumping had to hurt. He leaned in to me and whispered in my ear "Missing a chance to watch you squirt in public is going to haunt me for years." His teeth scraped my earlobe.

  I rolled my face against his and caught his ear in my teeth. "You're so hard" I whispered back to him. "I didn't know a dick could be that hard." It became obvious to anyone looking that something intense went on between us. No one could see our hands, or sense how close we came to one of us orgasming.

  "I'm going to show you how hard a dick can be." He gave me a sexy, challenging look. I gasped thinking of the ways he would do that. My hand worked his cock through his pants. He flagged the waiter down, surprised I went to pull my hand away. His hand shot down and kept it there.

  A wicked grin stretched across his face as he moved my hand against him. He released my hand as soon as he was convinced I wouldn't let go. The waiter arrived at the edge of the table. I kept rubbing him, making sure my arm didn't move only my hand. His poker face put mine to shame. "We'll have a tiramisu and the check."

  "Very good, Sir." The waiter moved away.

  He caught my eyes with his, looking into them. "Take my cock out."

  "What? Really?" I couldn't help my shocked tone.

  He laughed at me. "No one will realize what's happening, Claire." He made his voice soft and seductive. "They can't even see around to this side of the table." I looked up at him licking my lips. I couldn't help myself when he got this close to me. His chest peeked out of his shirt and I longed to run my tongue along the skin there. I unbuttoned his designer jeans unable to help myself. His hard cock slipped through his silk boxers. I grabbed his penis hard. He gasped, the sound made my insides tighten.

  "Too hard?" I asked him with mocking sweetness.

  "God no, stroke me." His voice sounded feral. I laughed a little and did as he asked. I worked him with smooth deliberate strokes. Every so often I would give him a too hard squeeze. He appeared to enjoy himself. I rolled my thumb over the head of his cock, appreciating the soft skin where the head and shaft met. I pumped him, getting overwhelmed as I brought him closer. "You played with one of these before." He accused through gritted teeth. I giggled. I didn't play with that many of them.

  His control impressed me. He showed almost no sign of his cock being stroked. His breathed a little heavy. Every once in a while, he would look down and his face would crumple in pleasure. Our waiter returned with our tiramisu. I was almost too embarrassed to keep touching him, but the idea of pleasing him proved stronger. I stopped stroking him but held him tight until the waiter left again.

  Mason picked up the spoon and fed me a bite of the tiramisu. The confection was deliciously light and creamy. I moaned in appreciation of the dessert and him. I kept imagining slipping beneath the table and sucking the cream of the tip of him. I kept stroking him, while he fed us both
dessert. About halfway through he started to like my ministrations a little too much. "Already?" I asked in a gentle mocking voice.

  "Not a chance. I'm going to pay the bill and take you home." He stared into my eyes with pure sexual energy. The green in them seemed more vibrant than normal, lit up by that same fire. He checked the bill with a glance. He leaned forward and gave me a brief kiss. The motion knocked my hand off him.

  He put himself away and took his wallet out. He stuffed some money in the check book. "Let's go." His tone and the implication left no room for argument. He grabbed me by the hand and pulled me from my seat. I trailed after him as we left the restaurant. Even though he couldn't see my I exaggerated the sway of my hips. Even if he couldn't see me, being near him made me sexier.

  We walked together to my side of the car. "Go ahead." He confused me to say the least. I became so used to his overt politeness.

  "Okay." I told him, unsure. My eyebrows crumpled at him. I leaned forward to open the door. Before it could click to open he shoved me flat against the car. It was hard and cold. His body pressed against the length of me. The heat of it contrasted starkly with the metal of the car.

  He knotted his fingers in my hair and pulled, showing me, he had control. He turned my head to the side exposing my neck. I gasped in shock, unable to help myself. His breath moved against my neck as he laughed. His lips hovered above my neck, my body pulsed begging for the contact. His lips connected with my skin. He kissed, sucked, and bit the tender skin there until moaned. My body exploded for him.

  He pinned me hard against the car, but I pressed my ass back against his erection. I was determined to create some friction between us. He took the hand that didn't grasp my hair and ran it over my tits. He did it so soft and teasing. My nipples hardened.

  Desire threatened to overtake me as I thought of the things I wanted him to do with my nipples. Still holding my hair, he turned me around, and shoved me back against the car. He tangled his mouth with mine kissing me deeply. He invaded my mouth, long and intense. I started to forget where we were.

  I pulled back from him trying to take a breath. His mouth moved back to my neck. The kisses were not the same as before. They had been rough and passionate. They were tender. Something fluttered inside my chest. I debated whether to fight or embrace it, when I noticed we had an audience. A middle-aged couple on the opposite side of the street were watching us. "Oh, god." I gasped embarrassed.

  The couple tried to look like they had not been paying attention, now that they were clearly noticed. They turned away, luckily, I didn't have to face them. He laughed, smacked me on my ass, and said "Don't worry, baby. They love it." He opened my door for me and helped me inside. "Can we go to your place tonight?"

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  We walked the path to my apartment in silence. The air and everything smelled like flowers. I led the way exaggerating the sway of my hips. Eyes followed me. I unlocked the door to the building and he brushed against me. I shivered. We made the short walk down the hall to my apartment. I opened the door and revealed my too messy for company home. "Make yourself comfortable and excuse the mes-."

  The words just left my mouth and his lips were on me. His fingers tangled in my hair. His lips crushed me with forceful and sensuous kisses. He tipped my head back, pulling my hair and making me moan. In no time his mouth grazed my neck. He took his sweet time kissing and sucking. He worked his way down my neck then across my shoulder blade. His lips left warmth wherever they touched. The saliva left behind from those licks and bites caught the air and made me chilly. My skin broke out in goose bumps.

  He turned me around and returned his lips to my neck this time working his way up to my chin. He bit across my jawline to my ear. His teeth on me were enough to make me lose it. He bit down, hard. I yelped in surprised satisfaction. I pushed my ass back against him hoping to return the favor and catch his hard cock by surprise. With no hesitation he grabbed my hips shoving me against him. "Did you know you are fucking sexy?" He growled, his teeth still at my ear.

  "Yes, I did." I breathed, desperate. I did not display the confidence I intended. He laughed against my skin. He reached around me dipping his hands into my dress and popping each of my boobs out over the top. I made a delighted noise at his boldness. He cupped my breasts in his hands and rolled them in his palms. He moved his fingers to my nipples, pinching and rolling them back and forth. I cried out. I couldn't let him keep going like this. He had me so worked up I worried I could climax standing up from nipple play.

  I decided on offense as the best defense. I turned and launched myself at him. He didn't expect my movement. His fingers were still hard against my nipples. When I pulled away the sensation matched pulling off nipple clamps. I kept my response contained, pouring that heat into kissing his gorgeous mouth. His lips were soft, plump, so delicious they made me a little delirious. He grabbed my face slowing my mouth. I looked at him through my lashes with sultry eyes. "Let me make you feel good, baby."

  His mouth popped open. I laughed as I dropped to my knees in front of him. I made short work of his belt and button. He did the zipper and his cock popped free, slipping passed his silk boxers. I looked up at him pouting my lips trying to make them soft and inviting. "I've seen a lot of pictures of this." I wrapped my hand around him beginning to move back and forth. "I thought a lot about how this would taste." I moved my tongue across my bottom lip prolonging the moment of anticipation. I was about to get what I had been waiting so long for.

  I slipped him into my mouth. I started with the tip of his head. I licked it in tiny circles, barely doing anything. The blood surged through his length in response. His body begged for some relief. I put the entire head into my mouth and sucked. I looked up into his eyes. I couldn't help moaning appreciatively as I ran my tongue over his head. He looked beyond sexy. I played with him a moment longer and then shoved his length to the back of my throat. He was big enough for me to gag on.

  He groaned as I worked him all the way down. He lost the guarded nature for a moment and the sound of that pleasure coursed through me. I pulled my tongue to the back of my throat. I wanted to thrill him. As my tongue moved back it dragged across the underside of his cock. Eventually, ending at his head and swirling around it. I could never keep this up for too long, it would make me throw up. His hips began to flex against me. I relaxed and focused on taking him without gagging.

  I meditated on taking him and nothing else, on being used for his pleasure. It worked, and my turning stomach ceased. Right as I prepared to swallow he grabbed me by my arms. I looked up at him in surprise, a little offended. He wrapped his hands around my face and pulled me off his cock. He grabbed the tops of my arms and pulled me to my feet. I looked up at him with an exaggerated pout, devastated he took my new toy.

  He pulled his shirt over his head. His muscled chest and stomach were perfect. His immaculate body distracted me from that devastation. I whistled through my teeth. Holy shit that was one hot man. He was all broad shoulders, lean waist, and muscle. His cock looked so good hanging over his boxers and pants. I wished he would take them off. I wanted to admire him naked and inside me. My heart raced as I thought about what he would do to me with that body.

  He led me backward and pushed me down onto my couch. I didn't think I had ever gone this far with a person not quite passed the foyer. I landed dramatically. My long legs twisted in the air as I fell. He jumped on top of me with playful enthusiasm. He put his knees on either side of my legs and knelt over me. He pulled my panties down, dragging his fingers over my skin as he went.

  He moved his knees between my thighs pushing them open and holding them there. My sex opened and revealed to him in a moment. I gasped at the suddenness of it. He stared at me for very long time. I was nervous and dripping wet.

  "You like?" I asked nervous about his appraisal.

  "I'm not sure yet. Let's see if it tastes as good as it looks." His mouth landed on me. His tongue moved against my folds even better than his fingers did. I couldn't h
elp crying out. The pleasure overwhelmed me immediately. He swirled it around my clit. He oscillated between slow deliberate strokes and quick darts. He made me crazy. The sensation was so good I couldn't think straight.

  I started grinding my hips back into his face, trying to increase the steady tempo he held. He pushed me back a hand pressed against each thigh. I whimpered in pain at the separation. He laughed at me and pressed his lips once to my clit. "In the restaurant you said I would make you squirt. Was that all talk?" His breath blew against me as he spoke.

  "No, I can squirt for you baby."

  He put his mouth back on me with no further argument. He slipped his finger inside me pressing against my g spot. I needed to pee in seconds. I held it back. This would be too easy. He waited a moment allowing me to adjust to the sensation.

  He looked up at me for a moment. His handsome face floored me once again. I couldn't believe someone like him wanted me. He started working the finger inside me, massaging it in circles. I moaned, and his cheeks lifted with a wicked smile. "How is that?" He asked knowing full well.

  "Good. How do I taste? I whined.

  "Good." He told me with obvious amusement and returned his mouth to the task at hand. He worked his fingers and mouth in tandem driving me closer and closer. I started to unravel. He dug his free hand into my ass cheek groping me roughly. I yelped in pain and pleasure as he worked me. I wished I could run my fingers through his hair, but it was too short.

  I couldn't take it. I stood too close to the edge. "Oh, God, Mason, Oh God. You're going to make me squirt." He kept going. "Mason" I whined, "Mason are you sure?" My body spent so long being wound up. It reached the breaking point and found release with dizzying intensity. I exploded all over him my body quaking with pleasure.