elderly couple in the other booth. Are they looking at us? Can they tell what he’s doing? Another brush of his finger against the fabric sitting on top of my clit makes me forget all about them. “You said you’re going to tear my clothes off, lick my pussy until I beg for your cock, and then you’ll fuck me so hard I’ll never be satisfied with another man again,” I say.
I close my eyes and part my lips as he runs his thumb down the length of my pussy. Marcello’s voice suddenly jolts me out of the sensual fog. “One penne alla vodka for the gentleman, and a house salad for the lady.” He places the plates down on the table without showing any sign that he’s aware of Gio’s thumb slowly rubbing my pussy under the table.
“Thank you, Marcello.” Gio just barely presses his thumb into my pussy, pushing my panties between my lips. I can feel my wetness starting to soak through the thin fabric. “That smells amazing.”
“You’re too kind, Gio.” Marcello nods at him, and then at me. “Enjoy your meal.”
With Marcello gone, Gio pulls his hand away and takes up his utensils. I feel like I’m in a haze, my pussy swollen with desire. He slides my plate closer to me. “Eat up.”
I bite my lip. I would be lying to myself if I said I didn’t want to beg for his cock. A part of me wants him to tear these clothes off of me, throw me on the table and stick his dick deep inside me. But I can’t do that. Not even for a walking sex god like him. If he wants me, he’s going to have to treat me like I deserve.
I pick up my fork and eat my delicious salad.
* * *
T he back door slams shut loudly behind me. I tug on the bottom of my romper, self-conscious once again, and head toward the stairway leading up to my office. I felt like everyone was watching me the whole way back. I checked in the mirror at Marcello’s before I left, and I know the damp spot on my crotch isn’t that noticeable, but I felt like everyone I passed noticed and judged me for it.
What surprised me was the thrill I got from that feeling. But having strangers see me like that is completely different than Rizzo or Marco noticing and reporting back to my parents.
“Hey Alessandra.” It’s Marco. He looks behind me as if to check if someone followed me in, then eyes me thoughtfully. “Where have you been?”
I smile and cross my ankles awkwardly. “I was out getting lunch with a friend from school. Is Rizzo out?” Was he the one that was following me?
“He left on some business.” His smile is forced. He’s never been the best actor. “The sound techs finished a little while ago, so everything’s all set for tonight.”
“Great.” I grab the railing and start climbing the stairs. Rizzo must have been the one following me. Why else would Marco be acting so strange? “Thanks a lot, Marco.”
I tug again on my bottoms as I head up the stairs. I really wish Marco hadn’t seen me in this outfit. I can feel his eyes following me.
The sound of me unlocking the door startles Sarah awake. I’m surprised to find the office locked, but Sarah didn’t grow up in a house where locks on doors were forbidden. She slowly sits up on the couch and I plop down onto the soft cushion next to her.
My hand brushes against the dimples pressed into the soft leather by her heels. She never takes off her shoes when she lies down on my couch. But I don’t mention it. I know she forgot I asked her not to do that. She just has no idea what things are worth.
“So, spill.” She covers a big yawn with the back of her hand. “Did you two fuck in the bathroom?”
“No! Of course not!” She actually sounds serious. I can’t get mad though. After what we did the first time we were together, it’s not much of a stretch to think we might have fucked in the bathroom.
“Why the hell not? If I was in your shoes, I’d have at least gotten a fingerbang out of him.”
“Stop.” I can feel my face heating up. “I’m not a slut!” I did let him
I close my eyes and part my lips as he runs his thumb down the length of my pussy. Marcello’s voice suddenly jolts me out of the sensual fog. “One penne alla vodka for the gentleman, and a house salad for the lady.” He places the plates down on the table without showing any sign that he’s aware of Gio’s thumb slowly rubbing my pussy under the table.
“Thank you, Marcello.” Gio just barely presses his thumb into my pussy, pushing my panties between my lips. I can feel my wetness starting to soak through the thin fabric. “That smells amazing.”
“You’re too kind, Gio.” Marcello nods at him, and then at me. “Enjoy your meal.”
With Marcello gone, Gio pulls his hand away and takes up his utensils. I feel like I’m in a haze, my pussy swollen with desire. He slides my plate closer to me. “Eat up.”
I bite my lip. I would be lying to myself if I said I didn’t want to beg for his cock. A part of me wants him to tear these clothes off of me, throw me on the table and stick his dick deep inside me. But I can’t do that. Not even for a walking sex god like him. If he wants me, he’s going to have to treat me like I deserve.
I pick up my fork and eat my delicious salad.
* * *
T he back door slams shut loudly behind me. I tug on the bottom of my romper, self-conscious once again, and head toward the stairway leading up to my office. I felt like everyone was watching me the whole way back. I checked in the mirror at Marcello’s before I left, and I know the damp spot on my crotch isn’t that noticeable, but I felt like everyone I passed noticed and judged me for it.
What surprised me was the thrill I got from that feeling. But having strangers see me like that is completely different than Rizzo or Marco noticing and reporting back to my parents.
“Hey Alessandra.” It’s Marco. He looks behind me as if to check if someone followed me in, then eyes me thoughtfully. “Where have you been?”
I smile and cross my ankles awkwardly. “I was out getting lunch with a friend from school. Is Rizzo out?” Was he the one that was following me?
“He left on some business.” His smile is forced. He’s never been the best actor. “The sound techs finished a little while ago, so everything’s all set for tonight.”
“Great.” I grab the railing and start climbing the stairs. Rizzo must have been the one following me. Why else would Marco be acting so strange? “Thanks a lot, Marco.”
I tug again on my bottoms as I head up the stairs. I really wish Marco hadn’t seen me in this outfit. I can feel his eyes following me.
The sound of me unlocking the door startles Sarah awake. I’m surprised to find the office locked, but Sarah didn’t grow up in a house where locks on doors were forbidden. She slowly sits up on the couch and I plop down onto the soft cushion next to her.
My hand brushes against the dimples pressed into the soft leather by her heels. She never takes off her shoes when she lies down on my couch. But I don’t mention it. I know she forgot I asked her not to do that. She just has no idea what things are worth.
“So, spill.” She covers a big yawn with the back of her hand. “Did you two fuck in the bathroom?”
“No! Of course not!” She actually sounds serious. I can’t get mad though. After what we did the first time we were together, it’s not much of a stretch to think we might have fucked in the bathroom.
“Why the hell not? If I was in your shoes, I’d have at least gotten a fingerbang out of him.”
“Stop.” I can feel my face heating up. “I’m not a slut!” I did let him
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