They eat slowly, talking in-between mouthfuls. She feels so relaxed in his company, as if she had known him for years, not just since yesterday. And even as they talk, she gently squeezes her thighs together, realising how highly aroused he has left her. Now and again his hand slips over her bare thigh, caressing before returning above the table to continue eating.
"So, are you going to indulge in any desert?" he asks her as they finally both push empty plates away from them. She takes a moment to consider the question, tempted but finally she gives a shake of her head.
"Think that was more than enough for me" she informs him. "For now" she adds after a pause, giving her voice a slight inclination that she hopes sounds suggestive to him.
"Well, I can always buy you an ice cream or something later" he responses looking at her smiling. "In that case, what would you like to do next? We could just relax here, or we could go and walk off that dinner, or, well, anything you fancy my young lady."
Her mind is racing as she desperately tries to find a way to suggest she would like him to finish what he started before they ate, that her pussy is still on fire, that she needs so badly to cum. But instead she just sips slowly on her drink, trying to think of the words she should use.
"Well, take your time, I have all day to enjoy your company" he adds filling the silence between them. And as he speaks, his hand gently slides back onto her thigh, working its way slowly up from knee back towards her still wet shorts.
She feels a shiver run through her as fingers approach her quickly opening thighs again, her eyes on him, and she is certain her eyes are screaming at him to finish what he had started earlier.
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