Cafe Amore

She waits patiently for him. But she fidgets...her finger draws circles around the glass rim...then she delicately puts her fingertip to her lips and circles them. The moisture evident. The waiter watches, licking his own lips...she is oblivious. And she seems to be oblivious to the heat as well. Sweat dripping down her cleavage, her t-shirt clinging and sticking. He walks in and knows exactly where she is...he senses her...and she is there waiting. Her finger continues to circle the lip of the glass as she slowly looks up. Their eyes meet, they smile...she spreads her thighs abit as he looks down. She is without panties. His groin tightens as he sits across from her. their hands grasp across the table.

She casually dips her finger in her water glass and draws flowers on his hand. He doesnt look down, just pulls her hand to his lips and licks... each finger..then proceeds to suck each one into his mouth...she slides her foot across his ankle...making the barest of contact. But he knows she has kicked her shoe off. Lightly her foot starts climbing... higher... brushing and teasing his calf. The nylon feels incredible on his skin. Behind his leg, up the side, circling the front higher. Teasing his thigh... prying between his two legs... aiming for and finding his crotch... massaging circles... feeling him harden.

He tries not to moan as she massages. Their eyes still locked, him sucking her fingers, her sucking her pinky. The waiter watches, enthralled, his own pants tightening.

Watching as she takes a drink, licks her lips...shows him her ice cube then sucks it back in. He is so hard as her foot increases pressure, then pushes in. The feeling is exquisite. He knows the waiter is watching...this adds to his excitement. His heart races. Watching her, feeling her. Sucking harder on her finger as she uses his hand to take an ice cube and trace her lips with it.

He asks if they can leave. She says,"no."

She starts rubbing harder and faster. His breath catches and he moans this time. He feels a surge course through him. As he comes under her foot, the waiter continues to watch and his breathing too is shallow.