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It had been one of those days. A three-hour early morning drive to a conference to give a presentation on my favourite topic and what felt like some endless meetings. Now it was time to relax and enjoy some dinner and wine at a highly recommended Italian restaurant.As I walked in, I couldn’t help feel at home. I’d never been there before but it felt familiar. Well-dressed staff moved easily round the elegantly decorated room. White tablecloths were de rigueur and lo and behold, there were booths. I loved booths and had booked one.“Good evening, I have a reservation in the name of Johnson, Edward Johnson.”“Evening, sir, let me just check. What time was it?” said the dark-haired woman at reception.“8.00pm,” I replied.“I’m sorry, sir, but you are over thirty minutes late and I had to let the table go.”“I did ring ahead to say I would be late and was assured my table was safe. To be honest, this really isn’t good enough.”“Wait a moment, sir. Let me check,” she said as she had a look around at what was a pretty full restaurant.She walked over to a booth which had another dark-haired woman sitting in it. She leant over to talk to her, gesturing with her hands and pointing in my direction. I could tell there was a bit of pleading going on, but then the woman at the table nodded.The receptionist made her way back to me.“Sir, I have asked the lady at table 12 if she would mind sharing what was your original table. She is happy to if that’s okay with you. We are happy to pay for your wine this evening as an apology.”“Well, that’s very kind of you. Yes, more than happy if that’s okay with her.”She led me over to the table and I introduced myself.“Hi, I’m Edward and thank you very much. I have had a long day, was late arriving, and I guess you got the table.”“It’s not a problem,” she said, turning her face to mine. “I’m Ali and nice to meet you. Plonk yourself down right here.”I squeezed onto the booth seat next to her and began to take her in. Long dark hair and a very strong face. She oozed intelligence and had a glint in her eye.“So, what brings you to this godforsaken place?” she asked with a smile.“Just work. Gave a presentation to a conference thing here and then had those interminably dull meetings one has to go to. They dragged on and on as they do, which is why I was late. Do you live here, Ali?”*****I was back in town… again, back at my favourite Italian restaurant… again. But this night was starting to look a little different than every other time I travelled through here.After waiting over a half-hour at the bar, I was lucky to get my favourite booth at the back of the restaurant with a no-show.I was enjoying my first few sips on a glass of wine when I saw him walk in. I’m not sure what first drew me to watch him, but I certainly spent a few minutes running my eyes from his dark wavy hair (oh to run my hands through that), down his tall physique; wondering what the spark in those eyes could be like as he was prone above me.He appeared a little frustrated as he spoke with the lady at reception, and then I saw it. His beguiling smile clearly had her smiling, as well as myself – and he hadn’t even uttered a word to me or even glanced in my direction.I watched the lady turn and I knew immediately this must have been esat escort bayan the customer whose booth I was in. She came over to my table and as she leant in to speak to me, I could see the gentleman watching us both. She was nervous, asking if I’d mind sharing my table with him for dinner. I couldn’t help but let my mind wander on how I could have a little fun with this. Without giving anything away, I sweet-talked my way into letting her believe I was doing her a favour, when in fact, this could be in mine.She returned shortly with him, and as he introduced himself, I asked him to have a seat while moving over, hoping that would entice him to sit beside me, rather than opposite. Mission accomplished!Edward started to explain why he was in town, and with each sip taken from his wine glass, I found myself watching his lips, wondering if they would move as easily across my skin. Concentrate, Ali, concentrate – I had to keep reminding myself with a cheeky little smile.“No, Edward, I don’t live here, either. I travel through several times a year for work,” as I glanced around the busy restaurant, “though I don’t think I’ve ever seen this restaurant so busy.”“Well, it’s not surprising, considering the great reviews it’s getting online,” he replied.*****We chatted easily and shared the free wine. We talked about everything. Politics, art, music, work, food and even whether Coke or Pepsi was better.She looked and smelled very good. I kept catching her scent as she moved her face to mine. I was so tempted to kiss her neck.As the dinner went on, there was more and more contact. Hands on hands, hands on shoulders and hands on arms.Then came the fatal move. Ali told a very funny and risqué story about an orgy she got involved in at college. To be honest, she had a way with words, and her mouth and eyes gave away the fact she was enjoying the whole thing.As she came to the end, we both burst out laughing and I put my hand on her left thigh. I was about to take it away when she put her hand on top of mine and squeezed, smiling and flashing her eyes at me. As we both laughed, she pushed my hand further down towards her knee and under the white tablecloth.Then she pulled it up and with it, her dress rode up. My hand was now resting on bare skin and I just had to see what she felt like. My hand slid up higher and higher, squeezing her thigh as it travelled up soft skin. I could feel her heat and I could see in her face she wanted me to carry on. I picked up my wine glass and as I took a sip I pressed the side of my hand against her panties. She was already damp, and I heard her sigh as I continued to press lightly against her.*****Oh, how amazing is it to have a gentleman who knows how to have a conversation. It wasn’t one-sided where all I’m hearing about is him, nor was it purely question after question about my life. Good gosh, I was feeling a little turned on.The wine continued to flow. The flirting increased. Any chance we had to touch each other, we took. I enjoyed telling stories to encourage that smile to return – the one I’d first seen when he walked in the door.It was while I was reminiscing about a time in college when I’d accidentally walked in on an orgy and being convinced by Escort etimesgut a dark-haired, tattoo-covered bloke who appeared so out of place in a university dorm to join them, that Edward’s hand grabbed my thigh.Oh, the tingles that gave me! I couldn’t possibly let him think I didn’t like it or allow him to stop, so I grabbed his hand and held it in place while I gave him a wink.I couldn’t take my eyes off his face, as I moved his hand down my leg, then up, moving my dress with our hands.His eyes, however, didn’t leave my leg, where more and more of my thigh was being exposed.*****As I pressed again, Ali opened her legs a little way and sat further forward on the bench seat. My hand was pressing against her in a slow rhythm and she was sighing in time with it. Every now and then she would turn to look at me and lick her lips and half-close her eyes.I turned my hand to cup her pussy, fingers rolling around her, moving up and down. I could feel her clit and started to press my middle finger against it, occasionally moving it from side to side.I watched as she pressed one hand flat against the table, the other gripping the stem of her wine glass, my cock getting harder and harder as I teased her.Suddenly her hand moved sideways knocking a fork off and under the table.She turned and whispered, “Would you mind getting that for me, please, Edward?”I smiled back at her and slid under the table. As I found my bearings, I turned and found the fork but as I listed my head, I found I was looking straight up her dress at her thighs and ultimately her panty clad pussy.I watched mesmerised as her bum lifted and her hands appeared, grabbing her panties, pushing them down as far as she could. I took hold of them and pulled them off, stuffing them in my jacket pocket. I looked up to see her index finger making a beckoning motion as she spread her legs as wide as she could.There I was, in a very classy restaurant hidden from view under a table, looking straight ahead at what was by now a very wet and very beautiful pussy.I inched forward, kissing up her right thigh, keeping my eyes firmly locked on the prize that awaited me at the top of her smooth thighs.As I got closer, I began to breathe in her beguiling scent and then kissed her pussy right there, letting my tongue slide down to her entrance before pushing it in gently. Her hips thrust forward and I heard a low moan from above as my tongue went deeper and deeper and then out and up to her clit.As I held her thighs apart, my tongue began its dance over her swollen clit, circling as her hips moved with my rhythm. I let a hand drop and then rise before two fingers pressed against her entrance. I felt her pressing and gave in, sliding them in deep all the way.I could tell by her movements that now was not the time to mess around. I had a feeling that would come later, so I started to lick her clit faster as my fingers began to fuck her tight beautiful pussy.I could sense waiters and waitresses passing our table, oblivious to what was hidden from their view. As I licked harder and faster, my fingers responded along with her hips. Her pussy began to tighten and spasm as I licked and fingered her faster and harder.She must have looked like a etlik escort swan. Serene above the table but with her hips reacting to the tongue licking her clit faster and harder under the table.In and out flew my fingers. Round and round went my tongue as her hips took over and her pussy squeezed. Suddenly she tensed tight and began to shake before her thighs snapped closed around my head.She shuddered deeply and then went limp. She had cum.I slid my fingers out and kissed her pussy before grabbing the fork and climbing out from under the table to see her slumped and breathing hard.She raised her head and smiled a smile that gave away she had just orgasmed.I smiled back and showed her the fork.“Found it.”*****Opening my legs a little, I was hoping to further entice Edward to let his fingers wander and have a cheeky play whilst I casually continued to sip on the wine. Edward’s face hid most of what he’s thinking but I could see little twitches on his mouth or eyes when he pushed a little further.What a treat it was having his palm press, and fingers touch and stroke through my panties, seeming to know exactly where to play, what pressure to push and what speed of stroke to make. But I wanted more. I needed more.Feeling a little cheeky, I knocked my fork off the table and ever so innocently looked up at Edward’s face, asking if he could pop down under the table and pick it up.Without any hesitation, Edward slipped under the table and I glanced around the restaurant. Despite the busyness of the place, everyone was clearly in their own little world. No one seemed to even notice where he’d gone, or that he had gone. Feeling empowered with this knowledge, I open my legs under the tablecloth, hoping that Edward would notice.Over the noise of the restaurant, I felt a slight knock on the table and suspected that was Edward turning and having a clear view up between my thighs – perhaps he hit his head on the table? I couldn’t help but have a little giggle under my breath as I imagined him turning his head with that view in front of him.Before he had a chance to return to the table, I lifted my hips off the seat and reached up under my dress to pull my panties down my legs. As they reached my knees, Edward’s fingers touched my legs and took them the rest of the way. I pictured him lifting them to his nose, before slipping them in his suit pants. With one hand lifting my wine glass to my mouth, I made a come-hither motion with my other as I parted my legs further.The naughtiness of what started with some flirty chat and touches certainly escalated and I know that Edward was then staring at my very slippery pussy. Not before long, I could feel Edward’s hands on my legs and his face coming between them.Oh, his tongue! And his fingers! Playing with me like I could not have thought possible only a short time ago. Despite others walking past our table, no one asked where my dinner partner was at, and that just heightened my experience that much more.All of this going on had me building so quickly. I was trying so hard to not show any signs above the table, but I’m not sure I was doing a good job with that. My head was in one hand, while I held my now empty wine glass in the other. I was hoping no one interrupted what was going on as I was close, I was close… noooooo I was done. Edward succeeded in taking me over the edge, in a restaurant, with others around us, while he hid under the table between my legs. When I got out of bed this morning, I could never in my wildest dreams have imagined this was how my day would go.

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