M's Story - Sex Stories

M's Story

As she sat next to him in the booth at the restaurant, she was very aware that their position was atypical and that people noticed. Every other couple sat across from one another at their tables, booth or not. But he had insisted and wouldn't answer when she asked why... over and over again. He'd merely smile and say, "You'll see." She was tired of waiting and wondering. They talked casually over the salads. She told him, once again that his choice of dressing was disgusting and that mold belonged in the garbage NOT in cheese. The bread was tasty and fresh. The waiter had one of those little scraper things to clear the crumbs in between the courses. She rubbed the starched, white fabric of the tablecloth between her fingers wishing he would touch her, desperate to touch him. Suddenly, towards the end of the entrée, right after the waiter checked on them, he grasped her thigh firmly right where here stockings stopped. And she blushed. Was he checking to see if she was wearing the garter belt as he had insisted? He hardly had to though, she loved wearing them and loved even more knowing how much it turned him on. He continued talking casually with her as his hand moved up and pushed her dress up exposing her panties and stocking tops. She fought to stay calm as he slid his fingers down and stroked her through the lace between her legs. She managed to mumble something unintelligible in answer to him as her wetness soaked through the material as he continued stroking more firmly. ...

... When his fingers slid the fabric aside and touched her directly, her eyes got huge and she looked around desperately, hoping no one was watching them. They weren't. And though he continued to look directly into her eyes, she knew he knew that. His fingers slowly caressed and fondled her while his voice worked to keep her present and attentive. Sliding in circles and stroking her, he led her closer and closer to the edge. She was sure her face was flushed and was terrified thinking that her wetness would show. But his voice reminded her to think, to remember all his requests for tonight... garter belt and stockings, hair in loose curls, dark colored dress... dark colored so it wouldn't show, that's why. And then her mind was ripped away from the thoughts as her legs parted involuntarily, or had he told her to, and his finger entered her. They'd been working on her control but she knew it would fail her if he pushed her over the edge. Her eyes focused on his and begged him with a look to stop. He smiled and pushed just a little farther before stopping, leaving his finger inside her, and looking up as the waiter walked up to the other side of the table and asked if they wanted dessert. Could he see? And she blushed... again. No. No, he was on the other side of the table... where he had to be since they were both on one side. He had thought this through. He ordered something. She wasn't in control of her faculties enough to know exactly what but it involved chocolate and whipped ...