I was pretty excited; we were on our way to a wild night out. It had been a while since we went out and had some kinky fun, so Rosie was looking forward to it as well. Of course I couldn't help but admire her sexiness from the seat in the car next to me.
She had one foot up on the dashboard showing off her black knee-high boots. She was wearing a white denim skirt, short-ish, but not too revealing. The shirt was the best, showing off her bountiful cleavage. A bit see-through as well, in just the right light.
We arrived at the centre of Cambridge, parked the car, and proceeded to the restaurant. Mark was waiting out front for us.
It may seem strange to invite another person into my birthday celebrations, but Rosie knew just what I wanted, and made the arrangements with Mark, it was a nice surprise.
I shook hands, and Rosie got a peck on the lips (my cock was twitching already), chatted for a minute and headed into the restaurant. We sat down, ordered drinks; Rosie got an electric blue something or other. Here and her cocktails. Of course Mark and I looked at each other knowing that our mutual goal was to get her ripped.
So we chatted at the table for bit. It was loud and crowded, and typical Saturday night. When I notice that Mark is looking particular happy, and Rosie hand happens to be hidden from view. Of course His hand disappears under the table as well. Now I know why that sat together. My cock is straining against my pants while I wonder whether she's just feeling him over his clothes, or whether she's taken that beast out. I remember from playing as a group before that he's a bit longer then me but much thicker. I can just picture her small white hand wrapped around his thick black cock under the table. Of course all I can see are his smile and her innocent look. Too bad I can't look under the table. Of course it's busy and noisy, but I'm still nervous and don't want to draw attention to us.
The waiter comes to take our order, and Mark's hands are back on the table, but Rosie's is not. He probably doesn't notice a thing, but of course my mind is racing 'What if he sees? What if they kick us out?'
But he doesn't even blink and he leaves, Rosie takes her hand out from under the table and licks her fingers, obviously pre-cum. I guess that answers my question.
We all walk to the hotel together and I always feel a bit nervous going through reception. Are they staring at us, do they know that we are 3 perverts in for a ménage a trois?
Then we got to the elevator .... wow! She practically leapt on him, passionately kissing, their arms were intertwined. He dwarfed her short curvy body, and I was just melting watching their tongues play with each other, the sexy contrast of black and white. It was obvious that she knew exactly what I wanted, and she was going to milk it and tease me for every little bit she could.
