you’ve ever given me.”
“It can’t be.”
“Nope,” she nodded. “I’m pretty sure it is. You’re usually calling me a brat and things like that.”
“You are a brat. But you’re also responsible in your own way. That’s how I know you’re going to do the right thing.”
Lily rolled her eyes. “Enough with the speeches. If you’re going to use this time to try to flip me, then I’m walking right now.”
“Easy,” he said. “This is not a business dinner. I just want to see you eat.”
“Liar.”
“What do you mean?”
“You didn’t ask me out because you want to see me eat.” She pointed her fork at him. “You’re always doing that. You do something nice and then you try to pretend that you weren’t being nice at all.”
“I don’t…”
“Yes you do do that,” she said, before he could deny it. “You are secretly a nice guy. You just can’t admit it to yourself or anyone else.”
Flattered, Gareth tried not to seem too pleased. “Is that what you think?”
“Yeah,” she said, “it is. Now shut up and eat your dinner.”
Oh she was a brat, and she was in dire need of a good spanking. It wasn’t the time for it just then, but he was saving it up for later, when he’d peel up that skirt and slap her cheeks until she cried out for mercy. For the moment, he contented himself with something else.
He let his hand drift under the table and settle on her bare knee. She gave him a curious look, but did not have any objection. He winked, telegraphing his intentions as he started slowly sliding his hand up her thigh, teasing her with the prospect of pleasure.
Lily wasn’t shocked of course; she ran a bar, more outrageous things happened every weekend. But she was responding regardless. He saw it in the flush of her cheeks and neck, and the way her thighs parted to allow his fingers to trace their way up to the apex.
Over the next few minutes he teased back and forth, avoiding her sex but coming as close to it as humanly possible, so close that he could feel her heat. Finally his fingers began to stroke the gusset of her panties. With a soft moan barely concealed with a breathy sip of her wine, she let him tease her pussy until her juices were slickly coating the fabric. Only when he put his fingers under the gusset of her panties and pushed them aside did she let out an audible gasp.
“Shhhh,” he said. “You wouldn’t want everybody knowing you’re having your pussy fingered, would you?”
He smiled as her blush grew deeper. She was so wet as he slid between her lips and pressed into her pussy. Penetrated in public, Lily did an admirable job of keeping her composure, but a close observer would have noticed the way her hips were rolling subtly back and forth as two of his thick fingers plundered her pussy.
Gareth let his thumb brush against the rock hard nub of her straining clit and she came right there at the table, her lips parting in a silent cry. She grasped the edge of the table as her pussy quivered and clamped around his fingers.
“Feeling better?” He removed his fingers slowly and returned her panties to their proper position.
* * *
‘Better’ was not the word Lily would have chosen. Her legs were quivering beneath the tablecloth, her pussy juices coating her thighs. She was a shameful wet mess, but it felt too good to worry about.
“You’re naughty,” she said, chiding him. Her further chastisement was interrupted by the ringing of her phone. She would have ignored it, but for the name which was displayed, a name which immediately made her stomach churn with foreboding.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I have to take this.”
“Go ahead,” Gareth said.
Lily swiped the screen to answer the call. “Hello?”
“Enjoying dinner?” Jasper’s smooth tones purred down the line, apparently cordial aside from their stalking overtones.
“What?”
“Is it pork? No, it’s steak.” Jasper sounded disappointed. “It would have been ironic if
“It can’t be.”
“Nope,” she nodded. “I’m pretty sure it is. You’re usually calling me a brat and things like that.”
“You are a brat. But you’re also responsible in your own way. That’s how I know you’re going to do the right thing.”
Lily rolled her eyes. “Enough with the speeches. If you’re going to use this time to try to flip me, then I’m walking right now.”
“Easy,” he said. “This is not a business dinner. I just want to see you eat.”
“Liar.”
“What do you mean?”
“You didn’t ask me out because you want to see me eat.” She pointed her fork at him. “You’re always doing that. You do something nice and then you try to pretend that you weren’t being nice at all.”
“I don’t…”
“Yes you do do that,” she said, before he could deny it. “You are secretly a nice guy. You just can’t admit it to yourself or anyone else.”
Flattered, Gareth tried not to seem too pleased. “Is that what you think?”
“Yeah,” she said, “it is. Now shut up and eat your dinner.”
Oh she was a brat, and she was in dire need of a good spanking. It wasn’t the time for it just then, but he was saving it up for later, when he’d peel up that skirt and slap her cheeks until she cried out for mercy. For the moment, he contented himself with something else.
He let his hand drift under the table and settle on her bare knee. She gave him a curious look, but did not have any objection. He winked, telegraphing his intentions as he started slowly sliding his hand up her thigh, teasing her with the prospect of pleasure.
Lily wasn’t shocked of course; she ran a bar, more outrageous things happened every weekend. But she was responding regardless. He saw it in the flush of her cheeks and neck, and the way her thighs parted to allow his fingers to trace their way up to the apex.
Over the next few minutes he teased back and forth, avoiding her sex but coming as close to it as humanly possible, so close that he could feel her heat. Finally his fingers began to stroke the gusset of her panties. With a soft moan barely concealed with a breathy sip of her wine, she let him tease her pussy until her juices were slickly coating the fabric. Only when he put his fingers under the gusset of her panties and pushed them aside did she let out an audible gasp.
“Shhhh,” he said. “You wouldn’t want everybody knowing you’re having your pussy fingered, would you?”
He smiled as her blush grew deeper. She was so wet as he slid between her lips and pressed into her pussy. Penetrated in public, Lily did an admirable job of keeping her composure, but a close observer would have noticed the way her hips were rolling subtly back and forth as two of his thick fingers plundered her pussy.
Gareth let his thumb brush against the rock hard nub of her straining clit and she came right there at the table, her lips parting in a silent cry. She grasped the edge of the table as her pussy quivered and clamped around his fingers.
“Feeling better?” He removed his fingers slowly and returned her panties to their proper position.
* * *
‘Better’ was not the word Lily would have chosen. Her legs were quivering beneath the tablecloth, her pussy juices coating her thighs. She was a shameful wet mess, but it felt too good to worry about.
“You’re naughty,” she said, chiding him. Her further chastisement was interrupted by the ringing of her phone. She would have ignored it, but for the name which was displayed, a name which immediately made her stomach churn with foreboding.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I have to take this.”
“Go ahead,” Gareth said.
Lily swiped the screen to answer the call. “Hello?”
“Enjoying dinner?” Jasper’s smooth tones purred down the line, apparently cordial aside from their stalking overtones.
“What?”
“Is it pork? No, it’s steak.” Jasper sounded disappointed. “It would have been ironic if
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