I knew I was in for it when I met my wife, Mandy, at the
restaurant yesterday. First of all, she wasn't late like she
usually is. In fact, she was there ahead of me, and had already
been seated. I liked the booth she'd selected. Mandy always picks
the booth that pleases her. It's part of the privilege of eating
out, she claims.
At any rate, this booth was at the very back of the
restaurant. Immediately on the booth's left was a huge window
overlooking a park. The window was at the very edge of our table,
so we had an excellent view of the rose gardens and any joggers who
happened by.
I noticed immediately that Mandy sat facing the rear wall of
the eatery, another thing odd about her behaviour today. I didn't
dwell upon this, though, ,and set about scanning the menu for
something to eat.
I heard something drop onto the floor softly; then, to my
surprise, I felt Mandy's stockinged foot slide along my inner thigh
until it encountered the bulge of my cock. I looked at her
sharply, but she merely smiled and studied her own menu. Her toes
nudged at my cock, disconcerting me further. Try as I might I
could not concentrate upon the menu.
The waiter came, a young Hispanic kid of twenty, and asked
whether we were ready to place our order.
"Yes," Mandy said, and chose shrimp and a small steak. The
waiter nodded, scribbling, and eyed Mandy's breasts openly. I was
used to this. Mandy had the kind of tits that even women admired.
She did nothing to conceal them, and dressed to emphasize them.
My eyes, too, dropped to her blouse-covered tits as the waiter
eyed them. Mandy was still toeing my cock under the table when the
waiter remembered my presence and thought to ask what I wanted to
eat. Unable to think, I simply said I'd have what Mandy was
having.
He nodded and left. I tried to look out the window, but Mandy
lifted the scooped neckline of her blouse and fanned herself as if
warm. I had to look back at her, for I knew she was doing this to
capture my attention.
To my amazement, she opened her blouse, unbuttoning it all the
way, and drew it off her shoulders. I stared at her tits, not
believing what I was seeing. She never wore a bra, and today was
no exception. As I watched her, her fingers caressed her velvety
skin, stroking her nipples into hardness. In the sunshine that
filtered in through the window, her tits looked truly glorious.
They were perfectly moulded and, although very full, they tilted
upward naturally.
Mandy's fingertips continued to caress her golden mounds. It
was obvious to me that she loved her breasts, perhaps even more
than anyone else did. She rolled each round nipple between her
fingertips and plucked at them a little. She nudged the nipples
back and forth, then each hand slid beneath her breasts and rubbed
upward over the mounds.
She did all this without looking at me. She gazed out the
large window, her thoughts seemingly far away. She knew I watched
her hands in fascination, for a small smile played across her pink
lips. Her toes still danced about my hard cock, and I wondered
just how I was going to find relief.
I reached out to her breasts, unable to restrain myself, but
she cocked her head suddenly, as if hearing something, and smoothly
closed her blouse. She buttoned it, but not completely, stopping
when the waiter appeared. As delicious as it looked, I was
disappointed at the food's arrival.
Again, the waiter eyed Mandy's breasts, and paused momentarily
when he discovered her blouse was partially unbuttoned. From my
angle, I was not certain just what the waiter could see. But, from
the look on his face, a look of open lust, I was certain he saw the
side view of one complete, perfectly up tilted breast. She lifted
her fork and turned her face to the waiter, smiling at him
radiantly.
"Thank you," she breathed.
"Thank YOU," he answered quickly and, taking one final look,
left the table. I noticed he headed for the john. I didn't bother
to contemplate what he would be doing for the next few minutes.
Mandy, in the meantime, allowed her blouse to fall open again,
just enough to expose one full breast. Its brown nipple pouted at
me as I tried to eat. As Mandy continued to toe my cock, I found
eating nearly impossible.
Mandy finished her meal quickly, and a waitress brought her
the doggy bag she requested. Mandy deftly packed my uneaten food
away. After slipping on her sandals and checking her blouse, she
led me to the cashier and then out the door.
Our former waiter appeared at the lavatory door just then.
I noticed his flushed face as he forlornly watched Mandy lead me
from the restaurant. Once we were in the car, I started the
ignition, and almost ran into a wall when I saw Mandy lift herself
from the seat, raise her skirt, and slide down her flimsy red
panties.
"What are you doing?" I gasped in astonishment.
"They are a little binding," Mandy purred, kicking the tiny
garment away with her foot. She did not lower her skirt, and
leaned back comfortably, allowing her knees to fall open. Taking
a deep breath, I pulled the car form the parking lot. I avoided
driving next to buses and trucks, knowing that their passengers
would get a complete view of Mandy's blond pussy mound and
delectably protruding labia.
I noticed how her painted nails combed through the soft curls
of her pussy hair, but when I reached over to stroke the silky hair
with my fingers, her hands pushed mine away gently.
"Concentrate on your driving, George," she chided me, then
dipped her own fingertips into her pussy's wet slit and brought
up a clear strand of her musky sex juice. I rubbed my cock at this
sight, trying to ease the tension.
She smeared the juice over her labia, and stroked the intimate
skin rapidly. My breath quickened as hers did and, as I drove,
managed to watch her masturbate herself to a climax. I could
barely stand this, and drove as quickly as possible to our home.
I pulled the car in to the garage, then reached over Mandy to push
open her door. As I started to get out, her fingers plucked at me.
I turned back, impatient to reach our bedroom. Thoughts of
bedrooms dissolved completely. Mandy sat sideways upon the seat,
her legs dangling out of the car. Her skirt was completely raised
up high, and she was bent over as if trying to find something she
had dropped onto the garage floor. Her lean ass was completely
naked and spread wide, waiting to receive me. I used my hands to
arch her up a little, then plunged my throbbing cock into her rear
hole.
"You shouldn't tease me like that," I grunted, as I thrust.
She merely laughed at me between two panted moans, and pressed
her ass higher and closer to my belly, knowing my cock would never
hold a grudge against her.
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