hand to the people sitting at the nearest tables.
"It's okay," Barbara assured her. "The booth walls are high enough to provide privacy."
"I, ah, can't think when you do that. Maybe I did have too much wine." Jennifer whispered.
Barbara dropped her hand into Jennifer's lap and started moving her fingers toward the girl's crotch when their waiter reappeared. He acted oblivious to what he interrupted.
"Will there be anything else, ladies?"
Barbara pulled her hand from Jennifer's lap. Jennifer leaned her head back against the booth. She looked very relaxed, and Barbara wouldn't be surprised if she fell asleep. At least one of them would get some rest tonight. Barbara's lust was ready to consume her and she couldn't sit still any longer.
"We'll take the check. Thank you." She gritted her teeth and smiled. She needed release and didn't think it would be proper to take Jennifer back into the bathroom for some grinding and kissing.
James placed the check on the table. "Thank you for your patronage, Ms.
Jennings. Please come again." He winked and smiled.
Barbara laughed as he walked away. Maybe he hadn't been as oblivious as she'd thought.
Chapter Five
Barbara sped down the road as she drove Jennifer home. Jennifer remained quiet as they made their way back to her apartment in Brooklyn. In less than ten minutes the night between them would be over and back they would return to their polite and professional relationship. Barbara gripped the steering wheel in frustration. She blamed her foul mood on her being horny and the fact she and Jennifer shouldn't have anything together. They came from two different worlds. Tonight proved it by the way Jennifer reacted to the restaurant.
Jennifer looked out the window and hadn't said more than two words to her when they got into the car. Something changed between them and Barbara had no clue what ran through the girl's mind. Whatever it was, she didn't like it.
"Are you okay, kiddo? Do you feel sick?" Barbara asked. She reached over and pulled Jennifer's hair away from her face.
Jennifer turned her head to look at Barbara. "Just a little tired, Ms. Jennings."
Barbara let out a small huff. Back to 'Ms. Jennings', were we?
"You can turn here. My building is on the corner." Jennifer turned her gaze to the road.
Barbara parked the car in front of Jennifer's apartment and turned off the ignition. The streetlight overhead was apparently burnt out or broken. The street was dark and deserted.
"Pretty quiet here?" Barbara asked as she tapped her nails on the steering wheel.
"Yeah. Everyone in this neighborhood is in by dark. No one roams the streets that much. I guess they're all tired from working. But it's a pretty safe neighborhood."
She looked up at the building. "Mike doesn't seem to be home yet. There aren't any lights on. I guess he is at The Watering Hole. He has a crush on the bartender—"
Barbara cut off her words with a kiss, pressing her lips gently but insistently against Jennifer's mouth. Jennifer sat there in stunned silence. When she didn't respond, Barbara raised her head. She held Jennifer's face in a tight grip and moaned. She wanted to feel Jennifer's tongue against her own.
"Jennifer." She gave her another tiny peck. "Please, let me in. Let me make you feel good."
"Yes please," Jennifer whispered, ever so politely. She touched her tongue against Barbara's.
Barbara let out another moan and deepened the kiss. Jennifer inhaled and sighed.
She turned her head to the side and Barbara kissed her harder. Both moaned in unison and Jennifer reached out and wrapped her arms around Barbara's waist.
Barbara released her seat belt then unhooked Jennifer's. She should have given a quick look out the windows, but didn't want to break the mood or draw Jennifer's attention to where they were. She was on a mission to make Jennifer come, and she hoped she might find a little relief too.
Jennifer allowed Barbara to take control. She moaned as Barbara rubbed her cheeks
"It's okay," Barbara assured her. "The booth walls are high enough to provide privacy."
"I, ah, can't think when you do that. Maybe I did have too much wine." Jennifer whispered.
Barbara dropped her hand into Jennifer's lap and started moving her fingers toward the girl's crotch when their waiter reappeared. He acted oblivious to what he interrupted.
"Will there be anything else, ladies?"
Barbara pulled her hand from Jennifer's lap. Jennifer leaned her head back against the booth. She looked very relaxed, and Barbara wouldn't be surprised if she fell asleep. At least one of them would get some rest tonight. Barbara's lust was ready to consume her and she couldn't sit still any longer.
"We'll take the check. Thank you." She gritted her teeth and smiled. She needed release and didn't think it would be proper to take Jennifer back into the bathroom for some grinding and kissing.
James placed the check on the table. "Thank you for your patronage, Ms.
Jennings. Please come again." He winked and smiled.
Barbara laughed as he walked away. Maybe he hadn't been as oblivious as she'd thought.
Chapter Five
Barbara sped down the road as she drove Jennifer home. Jennifer remained quiet as they made their way back to her apartment in Brooklyn. In less than ten minutes the night between them would be over and back they would return to their polite and professional relationship. Barbara gripped the steering wheel in frustration. She blamed her foul mood on her being horny and the fact she and Jennifer shouldn't have anything together. They came from two different worlds. Tonight proved it by the way Jennifer reacted to the restaurant.
Jennifer looked out the window and hadn't said more than two words to her when they got into the car. Something changed between them and Barbara had no clue what ran through the girl's mind. Whatever it was, she didn't like it.
"Are you okay, kiddo? Do you feel sick?" Barbara asked. She reached over and pulled Jennifer's hair away from her face.
Jennifer turned her head to look at Barbara. "Just a little tired, Ms. Jennings."
Barbara let out a small huff. Back to 'Ms. Jennings', were we?
"You can turn here. My building is on the corner." Jennifer turned her gaze to the road.
Barbara parked the car in front of Jennifer's apartment and turned off the ignition. The streetlight overhead was apparently burnt out or broken. The street was dark and deserted.
"Pretty quiet here?" Barbara asked as she tapped her nails on the steering wheel.
"Yeah. Everyone in this neighborhood is in by dark. No one roams the streets that much. I guess they're all tired from working. But it's a pretty safe neighborhood."
She looked up at the building. "Mike doesn't seem to be home yet. There aren't any lights on. I guess he is at The Watering Hole. He has a crush on the bartender—"
Barbara cut off her words with a kiss, pressing her lips gently but insistently against Jennifer's mouth. Jennifer sat there in stunned silence. When she didn't respond, Barbara raised her head. She held Jennifer's face in a tight grip and moaned. She wanted to feel Jennifer's tongue against her own.
"Jennifer." She gave her another tiny peck. "Please, let me in. Let me make you feel good."
"Yes please," Jennifer whispered, ever so politely. She touched her tongue against Barbara's.
Barbara let out another moan and deepened the kiss. Jennifer inhaled and sighed.
She turned her head to the side and Barbara kissed her harder. Both moaned in unison and Jennifer reached out and wrapped her arms around Barbara's waist.
Barbara released her seat belt then unhooked Jennifer's. She should have given a quick look out the windows, but didn't want to break the mood or draw Jennifer's attention to where they were. She was on a mission to make Jennifer come, and she hoped she might find a little relief too.
Jennifer allowed Barbara to take control. She moaned as Barbara rubbed her cheeks
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