Our table is at the fucking far end of the restaurant. It sits to the left and is out of the way of all other tables.

It’s not a busy night, and there are no other diners within our vicinity.

The flame flickering on our table catches her eyes.

My heart is beating a little faster as I get lost in them. It’s like floating in molten chocolate.

This is one fucking amazing sex goddess.

I change my seat. Instead of sitting across from her, I slide in beside her. Slowly I inch closer and let my hand glide under the table where I find her thigh.

Gently, lightly, and feather-like, I caress her inner leg.

It’s easy to draw tiny circles onto her stocking-covered skin. If I could, I’ll rip them off her. But that might attract unwanted attention.

The tomato she just bit into has juice spraying in every direction. A bit dribbles down her chin. I lean forward and lick it off.

Our eyes meet.

I can tell we’re on the same wavelength.

There’s a bit of a badass girl there, waiting to be let out. And I let her. I want to see what she’s got.

Is she a V-8 girl, or will she fizzle out into something much less exciting?

“I think I’ll just go to the little girls’ room,” she whispers and gives me a wicked smile.

Her eyes are smoldering. I’m already breathing a little harder, fuelled by pure fucking anticipation.

I watch her sashay as she walks away from the table.

When the waiter approaches and asks me something, I look at him blankly.

“Is everything to your liking, Mr. Monatello?” he repeats, looking a little nervous.

It really is a fucking shame how people treat us as if we walk around carrying machine guns under our jackets.

Truth of the matter is, I don’t even know how to operate a gun. Sure, Dad tried to teach us, but I skipped most of those lessons. And the first changes we made to the family home was to get rid of the internal private underground shooting range.

“Perfect,” I say in the nicest way possible.

This seems to have the opposite effect. It’s as if I’ve struck the poor man with a cattle prod and run about a million volts of electric currents through him.

“Perhaps you could bring us two Manhattans, please,” I say hoping this will make him go away and help his tension dissipate.

He scurries away and nearly collides with Sofia who comes back minus her stockings.

Clever fucking girl.

The second she sits next to me, my fingers go under her dress again. Instantly, I feel her wetness.

I knew we were on the same wavelength.

Before the nervous waiter returns, my finger is already playing with her clit. Instead of rubbing, I simply push against it.

The soft ‘Oh’ that escapes her lips are enough for my cock to push against my tight pants.

Her eyes dart nervously around the room.

“It’s okay,” I murmur into her ear and kiss her lightly just below her lobe. She shivers at my touch. “I’ve ordered a drink and when it comes I’ll ask for some privacy.”

Her lips curl up a tiny bit at the corner, and she looks at me.

“You think that will work?”

I nod. “You’d be surprised how much fucking power our surname carries with it.”

Understanding crosses her face.

Her grin widens.

It’s a different waiter that brings our Manhattan.

“These are on the house, Mr. Monatello,” he tells us as he puts them down in front of us. “Is there anything else?”

I’m not entirely sure what the fuck is going on, but I cease the moment.

“Just some privacy,” I say and look him straight in the eyes.

He nods and leaves.

The second his back is turned, my finger leaves the warmth of her clit and pushes slowly into her hot wet pussy.

I watch as her fingers reach for the drink. She brings it to her mouth, takes a sip, and then offers me the glass before putting it back.

The gesture is loaded with sexual tension. I take a sip and savor it.

“It’s not bad for a start,” Sofia murmurs and looks me straight in the eye. “There’s something I’d much rather be drinking right now, though.”

Her words are like a vice grip around my cock.

She’s able to caress and tease without even touching me.

“Oh, Sofia,” I groan and push my finger deeper into her.

“Will this help ease your discomfort?”

A gentle pressure on my crotch sends tiny electric shock waves through me. I glance around.

No one is watching our table.

Instead of an answer, I start pulling my finger out and pushing it back in again. Her body responds. I can feel her hips buck back and forth, in rhythm with my finger.

Her eyes get that far-away look in them, and the walls of her pussy are grabbing me as if they don’t want to let go.

Faster and faster, I finger fuck her until her hand grabs tightly around my crotch, and I know she’s coming hard and fast. My cock pushes against the flimsy material of my pants and her hand.

It’s almost as if I’m going to shoot a massive load into my boxers. Seems a fucking waste.

Sofia’s breathing is fast and shallow.

When she’s finished riding her wave of orgasm, she smiles and leans toward me.

Our mouths meet. It’s a kiss that starts slow and gentle and quickly turns into something else.

We nearly devour each other in a moment of intense passion.

Time slows right down as we both get lost in this kiss. It goes on forever. I don’t want this moment to end.