Buying Time

Arthur's hands crept up her snaking body and slipped under the hem of her dress, pulling it up. Cheryl, in perhaps deserved optimism, was not wearing anything at all under her stunning formal dress. She quivered as his lips kissed up her what would be her thighs.

“More water, miss?”

“Wha- Oh! Um, yes! Please.”

The waiter poured from a crystal pitcher. Ice in the shape of graceful elven maids appeared mid pour and clinked against the side of the glass. Cheryl’s face was beet red as his tongue began to trail up and down.

“And the Gentleman?”

“Oh, um. Bathroom.” She smiled weakly.

“Of course, miss. Shall I refill his water?”

She nodded. “Y-yes. Please. Thank you.” The waiter nodded and repeated his graceful almost performative action over Arthur’s glass as well. As he walked away Cheryl released the two handfuls of tablecloth and breathed a small sigh of relief. Arthur was merciless. His tongue tan in tight circles, teasing and exciting. By now he had several fingers buried inside her and was tracing the lines of her labia with them. He licked around her clit and her hips bucked, she gasped into her drink.

“Mmm… mmphh…” She sighed softly.

She whimpered. His fingers found their way to her entrance and began stroking in and out. She moaned, her head falling back, her eyes rolling back into her head. “Don’t… don’t stop.” She mewled. He felt his cock twitch at the taste of her.

Cheryl moaned and thrust her hips up towards him. Her face was a color best compared to a tomato. She tilted her hips and arched her back, as spasms shook her and she muffled a scream into her hand cloth.

He sneaked out from under the table.