Lunchtime

I went out to lunch with Sveta today. There's a new restaurant in town I'd never been to, so I decided, what with the new year and all, that I would take her out to make up for the fact that we didn't go to the party last night.

I know everyone was hoping we would; it would undoubtedly have made for some exciting reading. But since Mike wasn't here and I wasn't really feeling like partying, we actually made a very early night of it. Sveta told her parents she was doing New Year's at a friend's house, and they were only too happy to get rid of her (and I really hate them for that, I really do). So she came over, and my parents and she and I all watched something amusing and then watched the ball drop, and by that point Sveta and I were both so tired we almost fell asleep waiting for it. After a "Happy New Year!" to all, everyone trooped off to respective sleeping arrangements, and she and I cuddled up and fell asleep almost immediately.

So anyway, to make up for not going to the party (although Kate has promised a rain check if we can swing it before Sveta has to go back) I took her out to this new place. Expensive, even at lunch time. But it's okay; it wasn't too much money, just more than I'd ordinarily spend on lunch.

We were both sitting on the same side of the table, with our backs to the wall, and since I eat so much faster than she does, I had the opportunity to start snaking my hand up her skirt. At first, I was just kidding, but after she batted me away and blushed, I liked the idea, so I kept up the pressure until I was completely up her skirt under the table and feeling around in her panties. It wasn't the least awkward thing I've ever done; the angle isn't quite right, really, when you're sitting side by side but around a circular table. But I was working her up anyway.

Eventually, she leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I'm going to scoot in a little." We were sitting right side by side then, looking quite the couple I'm sure. That would have been pleasant enough for me; we rarely go out and be all couple-y. But when she shifted herself in, she hiked her skirt up in the back and sat on my hand. Someone from behind would have seen exactly what was going on, but since we were with our backs to the wall, we were home free. Plus, it's one of those bistro-type places with dividers between seating, quite intimate (although I'm sure that wasn't intended to be put to this use) so there was even less chance of discovery.

She shifted around a little so I could get my hand down the back of her panties, and then she sat on it. I'd never tried that in a restaurant; the chair was a bit hard, but I was able to feel the warmth and softness of her buttocks and reach my finger up and dip into her honey pot at will. It was a different angle at fingering, but hey, vive la difference.

She kept eating while I started teasing, but I noticed she ate faster, until finally she ground her ass back on the chair, which almost broke my wrist, and made it clear that I had to stop or things were going to get messy (my fingers were starting to lose circulation anyway, but I didn't let on at the time). She left a spot on the chair when she got up, which I surreptitiously wiped up (because I may be a deviant, but I'm not that much of a deviant.

We practically ran home, ripped clothes off, and I was able to bring her to a monster O, all teeth-clenching, hip-bucking, moaning-my-name delicious. She gushed like a champion; it wasn't porno-grade (again, I've heard that those are all faked anyway) but it was drenching, and it was wonderful.

She's pacing around like a bitch in heat right now (not literally, but she's definitely jonesing) waiting for Dad to come home so she can get a little of the old man's ministrations. Me, I'm very satisfied. I got off epically after I finished with her. I may have gushed a bit myself (probably not, but I was certainly wet enough).

Anyway, that was lunch. Dinner, I hope, will be tasty too.