Kiss Peggy

Deciding there's no way to get started like a little public exposure and embarrassment, you lean forward, and give Peggy a kiss.

Not a friendly kiss, or a peck, but a full-on, passionate one. Peggy's so taken aback she just sits there, brown eyes widened in shock.

After a few rather enjoyable seconds, Peggy pulls away.

“Bloody hell, what was that?” The SSR agent asks, flustered. She scans the room, aware that your stunt has drawn eyes in your direction.

“Don't tell me the great Peggy Carter's never kissed another woman before.” You giggle.

“It's just- I'm not-” Peggy begins.

“Oh, I think you enjoyed it, though. Look at you, you're blushing.” You whisper. At your words, Peggy's cheeks redden just a tinge.

“Look, I'm looking forward to working with you, but I'm just not- I'm a... traditional woman, is what I'm trying to say.” Peggy explains. It's oddly endearing how easy it was to make the superspy lose her composure. Guess she wasn't truly prepared for anything.

“Nonsense. This isn't England, Peg. You're in the city that never sleeps, so live a little!” You urge her. “Now kiss me back.”

Her hands wrapping around your head to pull you close, Peggy moves to obey.

It's quite the pleasure to have your mouths rejoined, all the more so after you compel Peggy to slip her tongue into your mouth.

Your fingers entwine in Peggy's beautiful brown hair as the Englishwoman French kisses you.

Naturally, your little display is drawing a lot of stares. Some alarmed, some disgusted, most intrigued. A certain blonde waitress at the counter looks on, her eyes practically popping out on stalks.

Your mouths part just briefly. You playfully nip at the tip of Peggy's tongue and she shoots you a smile. Part of you just wants to crawl under the table and eat the secret agent's pussy right now.

“Umm, excuse me. Excuse me!” Comes a voice from just off the table. You pull away from Peg to regard the man who's interrupted your fun. It's a reedy little man with a manager tag on his shirt.

“I'm gonna have to ask you to stop that. Families come in here, and I'm not sure this type of behaviour is moral.” He says in a nasal tone.

Lousy puritanical 40s, you think. You couldn't wait for the 60s.

“Hey, let the broads fool around!” A businessman in a sharp black suit butts in. “Ain't puttin' me off my food!”

Quite the contrary in fact. You were sure that under the table, the man was sporting a huge boner.

“It's company policy. Either leave or try to keep it decent.” The manager finishes.

You look from him back to Peggy. Her hair's tousled, she's blushing, but she looks ready for more. You're sure you're about to unleash her wild side.