Chapter 12 – Franklin
I went down to the hotel to meet Belinda and Miles for lunch. Theo got a business call and stayed back in the room. The hotel restaurant had a great selection. I thought of arranging another buffet in the room, but this time I wanted to be in public. I wanted to see how far Belinda would let herself go.
Miles and Belinda entered and they look pretty wind swept. I kissed Belinda and she sat in between me and Miles.
“Where’s Theo?” she asked.
“He got a call,” I said. “Should be down in a little bit. How was skydiving?”
“Amazing!” said Miles. “You really should try it.”
“Not for me, thanks,” I assured him.
“I could totally go again.” said Miles.
“I loved it,” agreed Belinda. “But I need a few days to process, I think.”
“See that? That’s why it’s better there’s more of us,” I assured her. “Miles can go skydiving with or without you whenever he wants and there’s always someone to take up the slack of the relationship.”
“I’m starting to see that,” she conceded.
“Let’s order some lunch,” I suggested. “What are you hungry for? I know what I’m hungry for.”
Belinda blushed and bit her lower lip. She was sexy as hell when she did that.
“I might have some big sausages,” she teased. “Do you know where I can get some? They have to be big and meaty.”
“You can’t get enough sausages,” I teased back.
Miles broke out in laughter. It was all in good fun.
“Personally, I’m a fan of tacos,” I said. “One taco in particular.”
“Yeah, you like that taco?” she teased.
“Love it,” I assured her. “Could eat it all night.”
“I’ll bet you could,” she said seductively.
I was starting to get a boner under the table. It was going to be embarrassing if I suddenly had to stand up for some reason. Fortunately, the waiter came over and interrupted.
“What can I get you folks today?” he asked.
“I’ll have the fish tacos,” I said with a straight face.
Belinda was sipping her water and nearly did a spit take. She blushed and laughed, but the waiter had no idea what was so funny.
“What did you want Belinda? You said, big meaty sausage, I think,” I teased.
“And balls,” joked Miles.
The waiter looked at him curiously.
“Do you have meatballs?” he asked.
The waiter looked more confused.
“Stop it, you guys!” Belinda said in faux embarrassment. “Could you give us a minute, we’re really not ready to order yet.”
“Of course,” said the waiter gracefully.
“You guys are being crazy,” laughed Belinda. “I like it, but we’re never gonna get lunch this way.”
“We’ll get food eventually, but I’m more interested in something else,” I said, touching her knee.
“You’re so randy in public!” laughed Belinda. “My gosh, if you had come skydiving, you would’ve gotten all this excitement out of your system.”
“My excitement is more of a sexual nature,” I assured her. “What’s your sexual fantasy, Belinda?”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah.”
“Beyond last night, I have to think of something,” she admitted. “What’s yours babe?”
“I want to finger you. Right here, right now.”
“You’re serious?”
“Yes, I’m serious,” I said, my hand creeping up her leg. “I want you to try and hold back, but I also want you to know it’s me doing it.”
“But there are people here,” she whispered, looking around.
“I know,” I smiled. “That’s the point. Being in public.”
Belinda thought for a moment, looked around and then smiled.
“Okay,” she said. “Do it.”
I slid my hand underneath her skirt. I started to play with her pussy outside her panties. It was mostly tickling at first, she didn’t flinch.
“What are you ordering for lunch, Miles?” she said routinely.
“I’m thinking of having a hamburger,” he said. “But the seafood here was pretty good.”
“What about you, Franklin?” she asked.
I started to move my fingers underneath her panties. I was touching her pussy lips and gently rubbing them. She squirmed a little, but her face didn’t change.
“I’m thinking the steak salad,” I said casually. “No carbs. Probably pretty healthy.”
Belinda’s lip quivered a little and she was becoming distracted. The waiter returned and I slipped a finger into her moist, tight hole.
“Mmm,” she said, pretending it was about the food. “I think I’m ready…to order.”
“Yes, ma’am,” said the waiter. “What would you like?”
I got my finger inside her and twirled it around. She kept it together up top, but down below she was gushing a little.
“I-I-I like it--- The burger. For me,” she stammered.
“And how would you like that done?” he asked.
I pushed in as far as I could without revealing to the waiter what I was doing. Belinda was having trouble keeping it together.
“The meat? Yes. I’d like it done. Really done. You know. Okay?” she said incoherently.
“Well done, you mean?” he asked.
“Yes!” she said a little too loud. “It is--- I want it. Well done!”
“And you, sir?” he asked me.
Miles leaned in to Belinda. I pretended to be unable to find what I was looking for on the menu.
“Don’t cum yet,” Miles whispered to her. “You have to hold it.”
“Oh, there it is,” I said to the waiter. “Steak salad. I like my meat nice and pink.”
I looked into Belinda’s eyes.
“Nothing I like better than chowing down on something pink,” I smiled.
Belinda forgot herself and brought her hand down on the table a little hard. She was starting to lose it. I slowed and started, teasing her. It was driving her crazy. The waiter just looked confused.
“We need to go back to our room, I think,” said Belinda, a little shaky. “I think I forgot to do someone--- Something! I forgot to do something!”
“Bring me a medium rare burger and could we get that food delivered to the penthouse suite please?” asked Miles politely.
We got up and rushed to the elevator.