Chapter One: First Time Together and in Public
As they waited for the waiter to show them to their seats, Bob looked around the restaurant, well pleased. He has chosen it on the advice of a friend who told him that it had a very intimate atmosphere. It was dimly lit, with rectangular tables covered with tablecloths that hung down on the sides. The patrons seemed to be gathered at one side of the room, likely because it was easier for the waiters.
Soon, a young man approached, telling them he would be their waiter for the evening, asking them to follow him. Bob stopped him, handed him a twenty, telling him that they wanted some privacy. The young man smiled and nodded, leading them to a corner of the room away from the other people. He held the chair for Susan on the side of the table next to the wall. Bob started to sit across from her when Susan said:
"Why don't you bring a chair over here and sit beside me, Bob."
Bob quickly did as she requested, eager to please her. This was his first date with her, and he wanted it to go well. He had heard that she loved sex and was eager to get some of it, if at all possible. The waiter handed them the menus, took their drink orders - - a bottle of wine and two glasses - - and left.
As they looked at the menu, Bob dropped his hand casually, resting it on Susan's leg. He wanted more than anything else at this moment to slide his hand up her bare inner thigh and touch her love opening, but was afraid to move too fast, afraid to scare her off. After finding no resistance, Bob began to rub slowly, keeping his hand on top of Susan's leg, near her knee as they talked with each other.
Susan felt horny. It had been almost two weeks since she had been laid, and she wanted - - no needed some real sexual stimulation tonight. She loved the naughty, lustful feeling of sex in public places and wished Bob would move his hand further up her leg now. She was afraid, however, to push him for fear of scaring him off. After all, this was her first time out with him. She also knew Bob was married, that his sex life at home was nil, and his wife was out of town for the week. The married part didn't bother her because Bob had a reputation for not playing around. That meant that she could have sex with him without a rubber and still not have to worry about sexually transmitted diseases. She sometimes dated married men who did not sleep around because of this. She had agreed to go to dinner with him, on condition that they found a restaurant at least an hour's drive from their hometown. This restaurant was twice that.
Bob continued to rub Susan's leg as they talked, staying close to her knee, but finally moving to her inner thigh. Susan spread her legs slightly, wanting to assure him that it was all right and felt his hand move further, then stop, caressing, but going no further toward her pussy.
Unable to contain herself any longer, Susan put her hand on Bob's leg and slid it to his inner thigh, rubbing, moving upward to mid-thigh, just inches from his "package."
Bob took it as a hint, permission, and began to move his hand higher. His breath quickened as he inched upward, feeling the warm, smoothness of her inner thigh. His heart beat faster as he hoped, prayed she would let him continue to explore. The long tablecloth hid their movements from the patrons and staff.
Susan shivered slightly with excitement and anticipation. She wanted him to touch her pussy here in this public place; to be able to look out at the patrons and waiters as her pussy was petted, caressed - - she love words like pussy, cock, fuck - - loved hearing, saying, even thinking them. They made her feel very hot and lustful. Now, she enjoyed the feel of his hand caressing near her pussy, loved him doing it in public. She had come partially prepared, wearing a skirt that reached half-way down her thigh. When she sat down, her skirt had ridden up a bit so that Bob's hand could reach a lot of her thigh, but not enough for him to reach the spot they both wanted him to.
They talked, looking into each other's eyes as Bob's hand moved higher, feeling her soft, so warm under his hand. Bob felt himself hardening and Susan became aware of her growing moistness. Bob hoped as his hand inched closer and Susan willed him to continue. When Bob's hand could go no further, Susan spread her legs a bit more and moved, sliding her sexy ass on the chair, making her dress rise higher - - high enough for him to reach her waiting cunt with his hand. She smiled encouragement, hoping he would know what she wanted.
Both were breathing hard by the time Bob's little finger touched Susan's panties. Bob realized that a mere bit of cloth separated him from heaven and his breath caught. Susan closed her eyes and gasped slightly at his touch.
It was then that they heard the waiter clear his throat and realized he was standing at their table.
"May I take your order, or would you prefer to wait a few minutes?"
Susan's eyes flew open and she realized that Bob had quickly moved his hand. Susan noticed that the waiter seemed calm and his voice was fairly steady, but as her eyes met his, she could see, and enjoyed, a bit of a blush. The waiter looked away quickly. He had realized what was going on about the time he cleared his throat, but he was too professional to let it show, although he was a bit embarrassed.
"Could we have a couple of more minutes?" Susan asked, smiling at the waiter, enjoying the feeling that he was aware of what they had been doing. "I think we will be cuming to a decision soon."
"Yes Ma'am."
Susan could tell by his sudden start that he understood the meaning of her words.
As the waiter walked away, Susan looked intently at Bob.
"Were you enjoying what you were doing?" Susan asked.
"God yes." Bob stammered.
"Do you want to continue?"
"Yessss, Please!"
"Then don't move your hand away again." Susan responded. "You need to understand that I get very turned on by knowing that people can see me while I am engaged in some type of sex. But it is very deflating for me when you stop. If you want to get further with me tonight, don't remove your hand from my pussy again."
Bob nodded, hardly believing he was with such a sexy woman. He immediately moved his hand beck to Susan's inner thigh, his finger touching her panty-covered, very wet, love (and lust) opening. He lost no time as he began to feel and rub her again, easily feeling her moistness through her panties.
Susan reciprocated by sliding her hand that had been on Bob's inner thigh with one smooth movement to the bulge in his crotch, cupping his balls through his pants, then running her fingers up and down his shaft. Bob stiffened and sighed with pleasure.
"God, Susan, you are so damn sexy!" He whispered.
"So fucking sexy." She corrected him.
"Yes, so fucking sexy." He responded quickly.
