Startled

"I had gotten a bit carried away, I guess, because I found myself with my eyes closed and my hand in my pants when I was startled to feel someone grasp my breasts from behind."

"Who? -- Are -- "

"Shhh." She put her finger on my mouth. The whole time there was a strange look on her face. A strange attitude, as if what she was saying was perfectly in line with what she might do any night. "I started to pull my hand back, but the voice said 'Don't.' It was the waiter, but he was in a chair about twenty feet in front of me. Watching me. I turned my head to look over my shoulder at Linda, who was the person standing behind me, caressing my breasts. As I did so, she leaned over and kissed me. Her mouth tasted of so many things -- the wine, and the waiter, and Linda. She kissed me long and languidly, full of slow passion."

"And I kissed her the same way."

"Linda eased herself around in front of me and opened my blouse, placed her hand directly on my breast. Something inside of me rolled up into the back of my head and I was enveloped in the feeling of Linda on my breast, suckling, running her tongue around my nipple."

She started to run her fingernail down my chest, slowly. "When I looked back at the waiter, he had shifted his chair. I guess Linda had blocked his view. And guess what?"

"What?”

"Shh. He had his cock in his hand. And it was a very big cock."