Despite the fairly secluded location of your table, there's still a danger of the other patrons overhearing you. Right now Rebecca is fairly quiet, responding softly to your ministrations, but you don't really know how loudly she will react to climax. You feel it wouldn't be fair to leave her hanging after this, however, and you've never liked leaving a job unfinished. Shifting your knees slightly to afford you deeper access, your hands placed gently but firmly on Rebecca's smooth thighs, you lean in for the finish, paying special attention to her clit.
After several swipes of your tongue, you feel a shudder pass through her body. Her legs begin to lock up. Her thighs try to close together, but you push outward with your hands, allowing you room to continue your oral assault. Her shuddering intensifies, and muffled moans drift down. Her back arches for a long moment, the smooth skin of her belly brushing against your forehead, and then she relaxes. You can feel the tension drain out of her muscles. Giving her a few final licks, you crawl carefully back to your side of the table and emerge from under the tablecloth, blinking a little at the light.
Rebecca's hair is slightly dishevelled, her lips are parted, her breathing heavy. "That's quite a talent you have," she says, with a lustful twinkle in her eye.
You shrug modestly, holding up a hand. Dangling from your finger are Rebecca's lacy panties. "I hope you don't mind if I keep these as a souvenir."
She smiles. "Go ahead. Somehow I doubt they'll be much use for the rest of the evening."
Just then the waiter arrives, bearing your dinner. Rebecca doesn't pay him any attention, but keeps her gaze focused on you. There's a mischievous grin on her face. |