She, on the other hand, has no problem digging right into the food. She’s not going to let me fuck her without a little chase first. That’s all right with me. I don’t mind going on the hunt once in a while.
“So tell me, what made you interested in my cam show? After all, Jane has bigger tits than me. Most of the mansion’s traffic goes to her.”
Not true. I’ve seen the financials.
I take a sip of my wine and tell her.
“There’s something different about you. There are all these men, trying to get you to show your naked body, and you just aren’t giving it to them without making them work for it. You know what you’re worth, and I appreciate that in a woman. Too many girls sell themselves short and settle for a man who doesn’t appreciate them for who they truly are.”
“Plus, you wanted to see my tits, huh?” she asks.
“That was certainly another component,” I admit.
“I bet you wished I was right in front of you that moment. You wanted to slide your hand in my pussy while you caressed my tits with the other hand, is that it?”
She doesn’t even lower her voice, and this restaurant is packed. She’s clearly not afraid of letting anyone and everyone know she wants to fuck. It turns me on.
““I told you exactly what I wanted to slide where,” I remind her. “You have no idea the other things I want to do to you.”
“Like what?”
“I’d rather show you than tell.”
“Just tell me this. Would you fuck me until I came, or would you wimp out halfway through once you came yourself?”
“Oh, I’d be willing to work all night to make sure you cum. That’s a promise you can take to the bank.”
“It takes a lot to make me cum.”
“Well then, I guess, we have a lot of positions to try to see what does the trick.”
I notice an elderly man at the next table looking in shock at the two of us. I don’t care. Let him listen. I bet this is the first time in years he’s able to get a hard-on.
All I know is that I have a rock-hard dick and I’m sitting at a table with a beautiful girl with the perfect tits for coming on. I’m in heaven right now.
You ready to get nasty? Come on, let’s do this.
Lizzie
I could get used to this. There’s that old thought again. You tired of hearing me say it yet?
But it’s true. I’m not normally impressed by such splendor, but every once in a while, I’m reminded about the comforts I get to enjoy. Like stepping in a posh car.
No longer is a car just a way to get between places, with everything else about it being useless bullshit. No, a luxury vehicle makes the entire damn ride feel so smooth and cozy. A cocoon of extravagant hominess that magically transports me everywhere.
I realize I’m slumped halfway down the seat as I stare at Darcy, who’s staring out the window with that electric gaze. No view is safe with that stare trained on it.
“Do you dine like that every night?”
I don’t think Darcy does, but I just want to keep pulling back layers.
He takes his eyes off the view for less than a second. He flashes me that look, and he seems to be half-laughing. I’m learning he loves fucking with me like this.
“Is that what you would want?”
Darcy’s already back to l
ooking out the window as he asks this. I don’t know what the answer is. But I’m still thinking that I could get used to this. I realize my entire life could revolve around fancy-ass wining and dining.