Chapter 14

Sam

Dinner has been amazing. I’m captivated by Lacey. I’ve never met anyone like her. So much about her excites me—the way her eyes sparkle when she smiles and go dark while she’s thinking, and the way her mouth pouts, even when she’s smiling.

It’s not just her obvious beauty, but also the way she wears it, so open, modest and sweet.

“What are we having for dessert again?” Lacey asks me. “I got into the conversation so much that I forgot!” she winks. It brings an even bigger smile to my face.

“I can’t remember, either, but we’ll find out when it gets here.” I’m so distracted by her, I can’t stop thinking about what’s underneath those clothes.

“You know,” she stretches in her seat, rolling her shoulders back. “I think this fabric is no good after all.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah,” she pulls at her top a little, moving the neckline and wiggling her shoulders.

I feel my breath catch in my throat as the lacey edges of her bra peek through the top of the blouse. My eyes are fixed on that spot, the dark shadow of her beautiful breasts traced over with fine, soft lace.

“It looks pretty good to me,” I find it difficult to focus.

Lacey pouts just a bit, frowning slightly.

“I might have to take it off.” She leans in closer, letting me look right down.

“I think for lingerie, that’s an excellent design flaw.”

She giggles, tossing her long honey blonde hair.

“I’m kidding. It’s actually super soft. Kind of erotic, how it moves against my skin,” she looks down briefly, then brings her eyes back up to mine with heat in her gaze. “It’s like my nipples are being gently stroked, back and forth,” she wiggles her chest just slightly.

I’m staring right down her blouse, looking at the lace stretched over those gorgeous tits, and now I can’t stop thinking about her nipples. The mental image is so strong I can practically feel them under my fingers.

When my brain starts to work, I say the first thing that comes into my head.

“Are your panties itchy, too?”

The giggle again, only this time it goes on a little longer, gets fuller and heartier. The sound makes me smile, too—she’s having a great time.

I want to make her happy. I want to be the one who makes her feel like this.

“Hold on,” She wriggles in the seat, hands down under the table. Wait…she’s not. Is she? Fuck. I think she is.

With a wicked grin she tosses the panties at me.

“I really can’t decide if they’re itchy or not.” She props her chin on her hand and eyes me coyly. “So, maybe you should check them out.”

I press them to my cheek, the small scrap of fabric folding easily into a tiny ball. To a passerby, it might just be a handkerchief.

I rub it lightly on my cheek, making sure I get a good sniff as well. Lacey laughs with delight at my comical, overdone googly-eyed face.

“Hmm. I think they feel pretty good to me. I might have to keep them in my pocket.”

“I certainly feel much better without them.” She shifts on the seat, and now all I can think of is her pussy. Bare and naked now, nothing in the way. If I slid over and sat beside her I could slide my hand right up her thigh and…

“You look distracted, Sam,” she takes a sip of her drink. “Everything okay?”

I nod, smiling, taking a drink myself.

“I’m not used to being so well-entertained, particularly from such a charming companion.”

She blinks, toying with her hair. “I sure wish that dessert would hurry up. I’m getting hungry.”

“Yeah, me, too,” I respond lightly, totally missing her inflection.

She leans forward, hands on the table. “No. I mean, I’m hungry now. I need to put something in my mouth.”

She looks around quickly, then ducks straight under the table. I feel her hands on my knees. My cock is straining against my pants, desperate to be free. I shift slightly so Lacey can get the fly undone.

I feel her hot wet lips start to caress the head. Just gently, teasing with her tongue and sliding it into, then out of her mouth. I completely forget where I am for a few minutes and lean back, eyes closed.

A voice cracks through my pleasure haze. “Anything else here, sir?”

“What are you…” I open my eyes quickly. I see the waitress and I realize where I am. I smile up at her.

“Did we order dessert? We couldn’t remember.”

“Yes, sir. It’s coming to the table in a few minutes. I came to see if you needed a refill on your drinks.”

I try to give a normal, usual answer but at that moment Lacey devours my cock, wrestling it with her lips as she lunges like a cat after its prey. I slam into the back of my chair, bracing my hands on the table.

“Are you okay, sir?”

“Yes… yes… oh, God. Yes. I mean. No. Sure. We’re okay.”

“Are you sure?” She gives me an incredibly puzzled look. I just nod sagely like throwing small fits is completely normal and something must be wrong with her. She scuttles away, glancing back over her shoulder at me.

I find a spot near a window to stare at, trying to stay still as Lacey really starts working me. Her hands grip my knees, forcing my legs further apart as she pushes forward to swallow my cock whole.

She doesn’t work me straight to climax. Instead, as soon as she feels me getting close, she trails her tongue lightly back to the head. She lips and mouths gently at it with a singular focus. Once I’m straining from my need, she deep throats me again.

My face must be turning five shades of purple. I’m trying to stop myself from gasping aloud.

I lean over and look at the table. This is excruciating. But it feels too good to stop.

There is a clatter of plates, and a bright voice declares dessert has arrived.

“Okay,” I whisper, staring at the table cloth.

“A serving of chocolate cheesecake and an apple crumble slice, is that right?”

Fuck. I’m going to have to look up and interact. And I don’t even remember what we fucking ordered! I have no idea if it’s right.

With an extreme effort I raise my eyes from the clean white cloth to the perky waitress holding the plates. I nod slowly, careful not to speak as Lacey’s tongue caresses the end of my cock, slowly drawing it in and out of her mouth.

“Yes… that’s right,” I manage to force out the words.

She smiles brightly, placing the plates in front of me. Lacey moves in even closer, bringing one hand higher up on my thigh. She plunges down the length of my shaft with her hot, wet mouth, the delicate lips savoring every inch as she forces herself forward again.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck!” My own voice takes me by surprise. Red-faced, for too many reasons, I look up at the waitress.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yes… I just… really like… CheeseCAKE!” Finally, I’m coming, cock pumping. Lacey keeps sucking, lips and tongue going from fierce to soft and gentle as she lovingly sucks out every drop of cum she can. Her fingers caress my thighs.

“Well,” the waitress says, “you had the apple crumble. The lady ordered the cheesecake.” She eyes me warily, as if I’m about to have a seizure, or a mental health episode. “I can bring another slice of cheesecake, if you like?”

“No, no.” I try to get my breath back without looking like a steam train. “That’s fine, thank you. You’ve been great.”

She gives me a funny look and trots away.

I feel Lacey do up my pants. I wipe my forehead with a handkerchief – no wait, its Lacey’s panties and take a sip of my drink.

Lacey slowly wriggles into her chair. I see she has more buttons undone, showing off even more of the sexy bra.

“Are you okay, Sam?” She twirls her fork and takes a dainty bite of cheesecake.

I nod, smiling. “I had some tension. But it seems to have passed now.”

She curls her tongue around the fork sliding the sweets into her mouth and swallowing slowly.

“I’m starting to feel quite a bit of tension myself.”

“Then let’s get the fuck out of here!” I can’t wait to get my hands on her!

She gives me that coy smile as she takes another bite.

“You just keep working up your own tension.” She meets my eyes and the stare is so deep I can feel it inside. My cock’s getting hard again.

Something in her eyes is physical, like she’s touching me. Just with a look.

“Yes, I think my tension is getting quite high again.”

She licks her fork, slowly.

“I would like to finish dessert.” She winks. “The first course was delicious, but salty. Now, I’m after something sweet.”