So I have a reoccurring fantasy that I hope one day to fulfill. I want to be out with friends in a p
So I have a reoccurring fantasy that I hope one day to fulfill. I want to be out with friends in a packed restaurant. Lots of noise, lots of laughter and you. As usual I find myself just watching you, your confidence, the fun, your beautiful face. I find my attention focused totally on you, oblivious to everyone else in the room. You catch my stare and smile knowingly. You carry on your conversation glancing back watching my smirk as I focus on your mouth and my imagination is put into motion with endless possibilities. Pulling your chair a bit closer to mine, you lean over. “Something on your mind? ” you quip. Knowing how my mind works you let out a small giggle as I raise my eyebrows. You lean in again, your hot breath blowing onto my ear “I’m going to make you cum so hard tonight you’re going to think your heart has stopped” you whisper. I want to grab you by the back of the hair and give you passionate kiss, but I know this is probably not the time or place. I watch the big grin on your face as you see my wanton desire to have you raging within me. The conversations continue but I can’t concentrate my whole mind and body is about you. You sense my agitation and take my hand in yours on top of the table. Just your touch quickens my heart rate. As we continue talking you take my hand off the table and place it onto your thigh. Guiding my hand between your legs you let your thighs part slightly to give me better access. My fingertips trace your soft wet pussy through the fabric. Do people know? I check the room, laughter, drinking no one suspects. Your hand joins mine and you pull your panties to one side giving yourself to me. I take a gulp of my beer as my mouth dries. I gently let my finger slide between your lips. My thumb brushes over your clit and I can feel you pulsating. I am so hard and horny and your flooded pussy shows me that you are too. I feel your bum moving in your seat and your hips thrusting slightly and I’m sure I heard a tiny moan as I slide my finger in and out. All of a sudden your hand pushes my finger deep inside you. “You can have as much of that as you want later, but now it’s my turn” you purr, taking my hand away. “Give yourself a little taste and try to concentrate” I give you quizzical look not really sure what you mean, you smile back. My cock strains against my jeans, achingly hard and throbbing. I shift in my seat trying to find some more room in there. This is one of them times when I hate being out. I’d much rather be at home. Just when I think I’m on top of it your hand touches my thigh. I feel your fingernail tracing the length of my cock on the inseam of my jeans. My mouth dries again. “Can I get another beer” I croak. I catch your eye again, you smile back. Now I know what you meant. Rubbing my cock through my jeans, the ache is almost too much as I strain against the fabric. Your hand expertly glides down my zipper, I hear the familiar noise above the laughter, I hope no one else does. I gulp as I feel your hand fumble around in my underwear, grabbing hold of my throbbing cock and dragging it out through the zipper. A little cough escapes from me, it is all I can do to stop from groaning. Beer, beer my mouth is so dry, I feel almost weak with anticipation. Your thumb rubs over the head rubbing the drops of pre cum all over. You expertly work your thumb under the ridge of my cock, rubbing over and over teasing the head. I twitch under your touch making my cock jolt about. Please no one talk to me for a minute. Someone does I try my best to give a witty answer, without my voice cracking. You laugh not so much at what I said but what are doing to me. Your hand drops back in my pants grabbing my balls, squeezing them in your palm, god I love that. Your hand goes back to my cock, you grab hold of it, this time like you mean it. Your hand moves up and down my shaft, jerking me off while our friends are chatting away. Your pace is quickening and my hips involuntarily move slightly to match your strokes. I continue to swig my beer temporarily closing my eyes enjoying the moment. You give me squeeze to snap me out of it. My balls are tightening, you slow your pace. “let’s not waste that on the floor that’s for me later” you whisper in my ear. I swallow hard you will pay when we get home. -- source link