Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 99485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
“But we’re in public!” she protested.
“Nobody will ever know as long as you sit still and keep a relaxed look on your face,” I pointed out. “The tablecloth will hide me. When the waiter comes back with dessert, just tell him I went to take a call.”
Then I ducked back under the long tablecloth and got to work.
At first, Aurora was squirming all over the place. Luckily, she had on a long gown with a slit right up the middle and the panties she was wearing were tiny and easy to push aside. I had allowed her to leave off the current spreader we were using, since we were going out, so I was able to get my fingers in her as I licked and sucked her tight little clit.
“Oh!” I heard her moan as quietly as she could. And then louder, “Oh!”
Suddenly, I heard a new voice.
“Madam, are you well?” It was the snooty waiter who had seated us and he sounded concerned.
“Oh, yes!” Aurora said quickly, sitting up in her seat—which didn’t stop me from licking her. I was rubbing her G-spot with two fingers and teasing her clit with my tongue and I had no intention of stopping until she came for me. “My…my husband went out to…to take a…a call,” she offered in a breathless voice
I couldn’t restrain a wave of amused lust. I loved teasing her like this—making her hot and bothered and uncomfortable, knowing all the while that it was only pushing her pleasure higher.
“Would you care for dessert?” the waiter asked. “We have quite a selection tonight. Would you like to see the dessert cart?”
“That’s not…not necessary,” Aurora almost moaned. Her juices were flowing freely now and I could tell by the way she was tensing up she was getting close to coming. “I’m not…I don’t need any…don’t want dessert,” she got out at last.
But the waiter was fucking persistent.
“Perhaps just a taste of our delicious frumpidoo,” he suggested. “Toronado is famous for it.”
“All…all right,” Aurora panted. “Get me a piece of…of…frump…frump…of whatever it is you said.”
“Right away, Madam,” the waiter bustled away and Aurora reached under the table to grip my horns.
“Slade, stop!” she begged, but she was moving her hips in time with my fingers stroking inside her as she did. “You’re going to make me come in public!”
That, of course, was the idea but I didn’t have time to answer because at that moment the waiter returned with the dessert.
“Here you are, Madam,” I heard him say. “One slice of frumpidoo with brangle glaze.”
“Thank…thank you!” Aurora panted. She was close—I could feel how tense she was and her juices were flowing so much that my mouth and chin were coated with them—fucking delicious. After a moment I heard her say, “Are…are you just going to…to stand there?”
“I must observe you take the first bite so I know if the frumpidoo is to your liking, Madam,” the waiter said stiffly.
“You…you…do you have to?” Aurora demanded. She was so close now her legs were trembling and the hand she had slipped under the table was squeezing my horn tightly.
“It is the restaurant policy, Madam,” the waiter said implacably. “We must ensure that our customers are happy. The frumpidoo is a signature dish. Why, people come from all around the galaxy just to get a taste of—”
“All right!” Aurora snapped, sounding frustrated. “I…I’ll take a bite.”
I heard the sound of cutlery scraping against a plate and then I felt her curvy body still and tense completely. She was coming—I could feel her inner walls squeezing my fingers as she writhed in her chair.
“Ohhhhh!” she cried, losing herself completely. That was one thing I loved about her—she couldn’t hide her pleasure. She was a screamer every time which made me so fucking hard I felt like I could fuck my way through a concrete wall.
There was shocked silence from the waiter and I knew what he must be thinking—not that I gave a fuck. As soon as Aurora finished coming, I licked her pussy clean and came out from under the table.
Sure enough, the waiter was still standing there with a stunned expression on his face. I wiped my mouth and chin on a napkin and dug out my wallet. I pulled out a black cred chip and handed it to him.
Here you go,” I said, nonchalantly. “Excuse me—my wife and I need to get home.”
Understanding dawned on the man’s face, but he didn’t say a word. The chip I had given him was worth twice the cost of the dinner—which hadn’t been cheap to begin with. He was getting quite a nice tip to go along with the little show he’d just witnessed. Also, I knew he would see my gilded horns and know who I was—he wasn’t going to say a thing about our little display.