part 1 of the dinner story. it was posted a little while ago but I’m posting again cause I just received part 2  :)



He finally took you out to the fabulous fancy new restaurant that all you friends have been talking about for weeks. It took a lot of begging and sexual favors on your part, but he finally gave in. He is dressed in his one of his best suits, and you are in the incredibly revealing dress that he forced you to wear, one of his conditions of taking you out tonight. You are sitting at a table for two in the back of the crowded restaurant. He has been running his hand up and down your thigh since you sat down. Just that light and slightly ticklish touch has been driving you wild. You are already wet. He gives you his shark like grin as he slowly inches his hand closer and closer to your most sensitive area. All the while eye fucking the shit out of you. 
When suddenly the waiter comes over and asks for your order. He moves his hand closer to you knee and takes control and orders the special for two, without even asking you if you wanted that. “You didn’t even see if i wanted that.” you tease “What if I’m allergic?” “If you don’t want it, I can always give you something more later.” he tells you as he moves his hand back up your thigh.  “What if I want something more now?” you question him. You move one of your hand under the table and begin to massage his bulge. At the moment of your touch he gets semi-hard, and removes his hand from your thigh, to your hand on his quivering member.  “Please. Not here.” he says with a tone of force. “Why not? You did it to me last week. Or do you not remember?” you whisper into his ear, while  simultaneously rubbing his cock. “You don’t remember last week when we were out to dinner at a restaurant, just like this one here. And you were playing with me under the table. And I had to stifle my moans into a napkin. All the while you smiled and sat there like a big idiot, and I looked as if I was having a fit. You don’t remember the waitress coming over and asking if I needed medical attention, because my face was so flushed, I was sweating, and I wasn’t breathing properly?” He gets harder with the memory of what he did to you. You smile at him and say, “I can’t always be the one to have all the fun.” you laugh at your rhyme. “You see, you need to have some fun too.” He looks at you with fire in his eyes as you undo his fly and stick you hand into his underwear. He fights back a moan as you begin to slowly move you hand up and down his huge dick. You know you will pay for this when you get home, but that makes your hand move even faster. You begin massage his balls, and he puts his fist in his mouth and bites down.  The waiter comes back over to see if you need anything. You ask for another drink, and Michael just sits there and shakes his head in agreement that he needs another one too.  You move your hand back onto his cock and begin to jerk him off even faster. You feel him begin to twitch in you hand, so you try and go even faster with out being too obvious. His breathing is getting faster and shallower. He makes one final gasp for breath as he comes into your hand. You smile and remove your hand from under the table. Michael puts his forehead on the table and tries to catch his breath, as the waiter returns with your drinks. You take a nice long drink from yours and wait for him to catch his breath.  He looks at you with the same fire in his eyes from before. You just smile seductively at him and excuse yourself to the ladies room. You make sure he watches you walk away, swaying your hips more dramatically for emphasis that you are in charge.  You walking into the bathroom and shut and lock the door behind you. It’s a single stalled bathroom with one sink and a little couch in the corner. You wash you hands looking at yourself in the mirror. You feel empowered. Why you never did to this to him before, when he does it to you all the time, crosses your mind. You make a mental note to do this more often, when there is a harsh knock on the bathroom door. “Just a minute!” you yell at the impatient woman on the other side of the door. The knocking continues despite your reply. “I said just a minute. I’m just washing my hands!” the person begins to bang on the door. You finish washing you hands, and take your time drying them off, just to spite the bitch on the other side of the door. You look your self over in the full length mirror on the back of the door, and think that he made a good choice in making you wear this dress. You look fucking hot. It hugs all of your curves in the right places and makes your tits look huge.  You finally unlock the door, and it’s not another woman on the other side of the door. It’s Michael, and he looks furious. You have never seen him this mad. He shoves you back into the bathroom. He slams the door and locks it. He shoves you up against the wall and you think to yourself, “I guess he wants to pay me back before we get home.”