Our friendly waiter removes our plates, and there is about a glass each of wine to finish. He senses our mood, dutifully pours the remaining Zinfandel and leaves discreetly. Irene and I gaze at each other across the table, the look of want in both our eyes. Our stomachs full, our appetite satiated, I can feel both her feet, now working their way playfully around my legs. She takes a sip of wine, without taking her eyes off mine. I can tell from the position of her feet, that she has spread her legs rather wide. I notice one hand of hers, disappearing below the table.
"What have you enjoyed most about our online and phone conversations?" she asks me seductively
"Listening to you whimper, when you cum. Calling me papacito and begging me to cum with you"
"Mmmm" is her only response, closing her eyes and biting her lip
"Ay, Si papacito, and I love listening to you cum so loud and hard, Mmm"
I can feel her feet and legs trembling a bit, locking harder around my legs.
"I am so wet for you now" she breathes softly. I realize now that she is fingering herself that makes me so hot, I start to tremble a bit.
"Oh yeah?" my voice quivering. Her head rolls back, and she moans, ever so slightly. I recognize the sound of her close to cumming. She accidentally? knocks a spoon off the table. Being a gentleman, I immediately bend forward, under the table to pick it up. I look up and glance between her legs. Her hand is rotating slowly and pressing at the same time, between her firm thighs. It is too dark to see very well, but I can tell she pulls her hand up a bit and I see a flash of pink flesh, glistening. I breathe deeply and smell her musty scent. I am compelled to plant my face between her legs, but I notice the shoes of our waiter approaching. Quickly I sit up.
"I'd ask if you want dessert, but I don't think we serve anything that would interest you two".