Lunch with Lillian

Lillian had arranged to meet the no-show at the bus-stop outside a nice family Italian restaurant, and led Zeke inside in his place. Zeke read her confused thoughts. “I’ve only just met this guy” then “but he’s so wonderful. I would do anything for him.” He nodded, happy that things were off to a good start.

They were shown into a little booth and Lillian sat down first. She was nervous. Even more so than she would have been if her actual date had shown up, but she was more than happy about the way things had worked out.

She wondered briefly about the little mannerism her new date had, where he seemed to be tracing letters in the air but decided not to ask him in case it offended him. He was by far the most attractive person she had ever seen and she wanted more than anything ever, just to make him happy. Her whole life now seemed to depend on doing anything for him.

He sat down opposite her in the booth and looked at her for a moment. She could feel herself blush under his gaze. What was she thinking? How could someone like him find her attractive, but oh God. She really hoped he did. Maybe she should have worn something different, or, a nicer scent, or

He interrupted her. Leaning across the table, he put his hand on her knee (which almost sent electric sparks through her on its own) and put his face to her hear so that he could whisper. She could feel his warm breath on her ear and closed her eyes in delight at the sensation.

“Take off your panties”, he whispered, an order, not a request.

“o… ok”, she nodded, flustered but keen to do what he wanted and with a quick glance around, she pulled up her dress and got her panties off in a single quick motion. Zeke took them from her and pocketed them.

He leaned forward again and whispered once more “show me”.

With a gulp, Lillian slowly opened her legs, letting Zeke look up her dress to her vagina.

After staring silently at her pussy for almost a minute, Zeke motioned for her to cover up, just in time as the waitress arrived. An older tired woman who just wanted to get to the end of her shift according to her thought bubble. Once she had gone, Zeke slid his hand along Lillian’s thigh a little. He had considered finger banging her beyond anything Harry ever did to Sally but let it go, content with his idea for afters.

He leaned across the table to grope her knee once more and whispered, “I want to fuck your ass Lillian”, then slid his hand up her thigh until his hand was pressing on her now soaking wet vagina and slipped his middle finger inside her just for a moment to get her mind racing.