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“Laura, this is crazy.” He whispered as I continued to stroke him with my foot.
“Crazy and fun.” I said reaching over and taking his hand in mine. This was just perfect. The table was just the right size, the tablecloth just the right length to hide everything and the booth was so secluded. Ah, this had to be destiny. I shared me thoughts with him. He seemed to ponder my words.
“So you think that what you’re doing to me is okay?” He said softly.
“Don’t you?”
He smiled nervously, “Yeah, I think so.” His grip tightened on my hands. “You have no fucking idea how good that feels.”
“Think I do.” I giggled. I lowered my voice, “But why don’t you tell me exactly how this feels?” I slipped off my other shoe so my left foot could join in the fun.
He closed his eyes, “Oh shit, woman. I will never look at your feet again without remembering this.” He said as I slowly stroked his length using both feet.
His eyes popped open as the waitress appeared at the table with our orders. She smiled and placed my plate down first. “Careful the plate is hot.”
“Thanks.” I smiled up at her.
She sat Gerard’s plate before him. He nodded to her but didn’t speak. Under the table my feet continued their work.
“Can I get you anything else?” The waitress asked.
“Nothing.” Gerard blurted out. He obviously wanted her to leave as my left foot kneaded his balls and my right foot continued to stroke up and down his length.
I smiled, “This looks delicious. I just love hot and spicy food.” I looked away from her and across to Gerard. “Don’t you love the heat?” I stroked him harder, “Spicy food?” I added innocently.
“Uh, yeah, I do.” He ground out. His eyes were warning me so I smiled innocently.
“Well just let me know if you need anything else.” The waitress said happily, oblivious to what was going on under the table.
“We will.” I answered.
As soon as she walked away he moved his hand under the table and tried to push my feet away.
“What are you doing?” I asked
“Okay, enough.” He whispered. “This is insane. You’re gonna make me cum.”
I leaned foreword, “Well yeah.”
“Laura, as much as I fucking love what you’re doing I can’t.” He looked so serious I struggled not to laugh.
“Why?”
He blinked, “Why?”
“Yeah, why? No one will know.” He looked around and saw I was right. “Besides you have no idea how much pleasure this is giving me.” I told him honestly.
“It is?” He sounded so unsure.
“Of course. Don’t you realize how happy it makes me to be able to pleasure you?”
He moaned softly, “Honey, you always pleasure me.”
“Then just relax and enjoy.” I picked up my fork and took a small bit of my stuffed burrito.
He tried to do the same but his hands shook as he lifted his fork. He shifted slightly and I could feel him getting harder. “Uh, I can’t eat.”
“You have to try. That’s part of the fun. You have to continue on like there’s nothing going on under the table.”
“Easy for you to say.” He ground out.
“Now, take a bite but be careful it’s hot.”
He took a bite and closed his eyes. Shit, he was so hard. My feet came together and I stroked his dick from each side.
He leaned forward again and whispered. “I wish we were fucking alone. I would pull you across this table and fuck the shit out of you.”
Holy hell that visual made me hot. “Oh really?” My voice shook.
Damn man noticed and smiled evilly. “Yeah, I’d knock all this shit to the ground. Then I’d lift you up, and lay you across the table.” Oh he was really getting into this. “Then I lift up that skirt, pull off your panties and spread you wide so that your legs hung off each side of the table.” His eyes were on fire. “Then I’d sample you.” Under the table his dick was throbbing. “I’d taste you until you cried out.”
Oh shit, his words were getting to me. I stroked him faster as I visualized what he was saying. “And then?”
“And then I plunge my cock into you.” His breathing was ragged, “I’d fuck you senseless.” With that he closed his eyes and I felt his hot juice cover my feet. “Oh shit.” He whispered. “Oh shit.”
I let my feet drop when he finally went limp. “Give me your feet.” He said opening his eyes. I did and he reached under the table and wiped them with the napkin. “Now what do I do?” He asked. I knew he didn’t think it best to leave the cum soaked napkin.
“Hand it to me.” I said with a smile as I reached under the table. I took it from him, wadded it up and stuck it in my bag.
“Everything still all right?” The waitress startled both of us.
“Yeah, everything is great.” Gerard answered with a smile. “Just wonderful.” He added looking across the table at me. God, I loved him so much.

We enjoyed our lunch but to tell the truth the sexual hum still filled our words and thoughts. Bless his soul, he wouldn’t let us leave until I ate my whole meal. He was making sure I ate properly. When we were done he paid leaving a huge tip. “Best fucking lunch I’ve ever had.” He muttered as we walked hand-in-hand out of the restaurant.
Once we were in the car and underway he spoke freely, “That was really something.”
I pretended not to understand, “Yeah, the food was really good.”
He snorted, “Food? There was food involved?”
Suddenly I remembered one of our first encounters, the 9 ½ Weeks night. My body heated at the memory.
“What are you thinking about?” He glanced over at me.
I told him. He smiled remembering it as well. “Oh, yeah that was good. I just wish I hadn’t been such a bastard to you back then.”
I reached over and placed my hand on his thigh, “I knew then you didn’t really mean to be that way towards me.”
“I really couldn’t seem to help myself. I wanted you so fucking much but I could feel myself falling in love with you and it scared the shit out of me.”
We both fell silent thinking back to that time in our relationship.
“Thank you for understanding things about me that I couldn’t.” he finally said softly.
“Okay, this is gonna sound really bad.” I struggled to explain what I was thinking, “But when you were like that, it was sorta hot.”
He gave me a surprised look. “You liked me being a bastard?”
“No, not really but…” Shit, words escaped me.
He laughed, “Oh, you liked the bad boy image.”
“Well yeah.” I admitted, “You treated me pretty bad but I knew that under it all you cared. Does that sound weird?”
“No, I think I understand.” He took one hand off the wheel and placed it over mine. “You know instead of a movie night we could role play.”
That got my attention. “Role play?”
He nodded, “Yeah, when we get home we become other people.”
I wanted to hear more. “What do you mean?”
The wheels in his head were turning. “Okay, once we walk through our door we begin. Let’s see. I can be the tormented rock star looking for a quick fuck.”
I giggled, “Tormented rock star? Not a stretch.”
He laughed, “Yeah, well that’s true.”
“And I would be?”
He looked over at me, “You’ll be the hot chick I pick up on the way back to my hotel room. The one I’m gonna release all my sexual tension with.”
“I sorta like that plan.” I said slowly.
He frowned, “Only sorta?”
“Well, the only part I don’t like is that we’ll really be home. I think for this to really be good we should stop right fucking now at a hotel. You get a room, I’ll wait in the lobby and then you can try to pick me up.”
I saw his hand tighten on the wheel, “Not a bad idea.” He smiled, “Actually I like that idea.”
“Yeah, well just remember this is role playing and just cause I want to fuck you doesn’t mean that Raven will.”
“Raven?”
“That’s me. Yeah, Raven is attracted to you but I’m not sure she’ll go to your room.” I was really enjoying this already.
“Oh, I think Raven will go to my room.” He reached over and caressed my breast, “I think Raven will want me to make her scream.”
Shit, this was fun. “Cause you’re some sexy singer?”
“No, Honey. Cause I’m a bad motherfucker who will make her body sing.”
Both of us started looking for the nearest hotel.