We had found a few free minutes in our hectic schedules to make time for each other. We only have time for a quick cup of coffee at the local diner, but at least we would get to look into one another's eyes and touch each other's hand. I am, as usual, running late and when I pull into the parking lot, I see your truck sitting in a space close to the door. Sighing, I get out of the car and as I pass your truck I touch the hood. It is cool meaning that you have been here a while. I know how you hate to be kept waiting. I fear that you are not going to be as pleased to see me as I had hoped, and I know you will make me pay in some way. Entering the diner, I blink a few times to accustom my eyes to the difference in the lighting, then I see you wave to me from a back corner booth and my heart skips a beat. You always have that affect on me.  Each time I see you is like the first time and I am amazed anew at how beautiful you are. But instead of the welcoming smile I had hoped to see in your eyes, I see irritation and as you glance at your watch, I realize that you have been kept waiting way too long this time.

I gingerly approach the table and slide into the booth next to you. Snuggling close, I hope that the proximity of our bodies will remove some of the irritation I feel radiating from you. But this time it does not work and as I lift my face to you for a hello kiss, I quickly begin to apologize. You hush me with your lips and I feel the probe of your tongue pushing its way roughly into my mouth, your irritation at my perpetual lateness making you more forceful than usual. My nipples crinkle at the insistence I feel from you and I feel my pussy grow damp with anticipation of the loving it has come to expect from you. We order coffee and wordlessly agree to drop this matter for now. I ask about your day and you launch into the petty annoyances that you have been experiencing at work, hardly leaving a space to catch your breath. I sit quietly, just listening, as I know that to interrupt you in this tirade will only irritate you more. Finally, you wind down and I reach out and take your hand. Placing a kiss in the palm of your hand, I tell you that it is one to keep for later when you need it. In spite of yourself, you smile. Disengaging your hand from mine, you place it beneath the table on my leg and begin to run it teasingly up and down my inner thigh. Each time you stroke upward, my cunt aches and I can feel the lips of my pussy swelling with passion, readying themselves for you. With each stroke, your hand creeps a little higher and I begin to worry that the other customers will be aware of what you are doing. Looking around, I see that no one is watching so I spread my legs a little wider to allow you easier access. You immediately take this opportunity to seek the nether regions of my womanhood. I feel your finger slide into my cunt, wetly and slickly, it slips in and out just at the entry to my pussy, playing and teasing at my lips until I think I will go mad. Moaning quietly, I lay my head back against the booth and half close my eyes. My breath is coming quickly now and I am past caring if we are caught.

Your need for me is great and the insistence I feel from your hand will brook no disapproval from me. I start to reach for the crotch of your pants, but you take my hand away and place it firmly back on the table between us. Your hand is palm down against my mound, pressing with a firm, gentle weight against my bush. You have inserted three fingers in my cunt now and each time you slip them in me, your hand presses harder against my cunt.  The feeling is exquisite and I know I will come if you don't stop. Closing my eyes completely, I give myself up to your touch. Your hand moves away from my cunt and I feel both hands on my thighs, spreading them apart wider. As I wiggle deeper into the leather seat of the booth, I suddenly feel your mouth against me. In shock I try to sit up, to stop what you are doing. I fear we are going to be caught, but your mouth never lets go of my cunt, no matter how I squirm and wiggle. Sucking my clit into your mouth, I feel your hot tongue lashing across my hard little nub and I can not fight you any longer. Reaching down, I tangle my fingers in your hair and pull your face in closer to my cunt.  My hot juices are running down my slit and I can hear you swallowing frantically to keep from losing a single drop. My cunt is clutching at your tongue, trying to draw it into me and my clit is rock hard and throbbing. You clasp it between your teeth and nibbling gently, proceed to bring me to the edge of ecstasy. Gasping, I strain to get your face closer to me, my thighs tensing and stiffening, wrapping around your head. Your mouth is frantic in its workings against my cunt and my hips begin to move circle, fucking your tongue and your mouth. My body is trembling and waves of heat are washing over, first hot then cold, then hot again. I buck against you and you never stop lapping at my pussy. You can feel the heat of my body concentrating in my cunt. My fingers begin to tingle and my breasts are swelling with the passion flowing through my body. I reach up with one hand and gently begin to tweak my hard nipples through my shirt, the satin of my bra only making the feeling more intense. They are so hard. I don't think my nipples have ever been so hard, poking out stiffly like little brown erasers, rising ever higher with my fingers gentle pinching. The silky walls of my cunt are throbbing and grasping at anything they can, aching for the feel of your cock to milk against. As I think I can stand no more and know I am going to cum, I feel your tongue slide quickly down my slit and probe at my ass. I take a sharp inward breath and as I do, you slip a finger in my little button, plunging it into your knuckle and I feel your ring against the tender skin of my asshole. This sudden violation of my ass in so public a place causes my orgasm to break over me, violently and wetly. I start a low moan that crawls into a whine, finally ending in an animal growl loud enough to be heard all over the diner. But I don't care and grab your head, slamming my cunt and ass up and down against your hand and face. I am coming so hard and I feel my pussy straining to expel all my hot honey. My ass is grabbing your finger and pumping against it.  With a final shudder, I collapse against the booth. Looking around I realize we have had an audience all along. As your head comes above the table, they begin to applaud. We quickly throw a few dollars on the table and rush out the door. Opening my car door, you take my face in your hands and kiss me deeply and I taste my juices on your mouth and tongue and smell my pussy on your skin. You tell me that tonight will be your turn. Turning me towards my car door, you slap my ass and remind me to not be late.
 
 
 
 

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