Get something to eat

Mimi was well and truly finished. She could barely keep herself upright as the day progressed and colleague after colleague explored her gorgeous pussy. I decided to leave her to it and check in on her the next day. I was starving though. My new job at the TV station although fun was exhausting, particularly as I seemed to be fucking someone every time I managed to muster another boner, which was pretty damn regular. So regular in fact that I had barely had time to eat! I couldn't go another day on energy bars, coffee and sex alone.

"Miss Jones"

"Yes sir?" she said as I slid into the passenger seat of her Aygo - a tiny little green 5 year old foreign hatchback. It suited her, but was a little cramped for me.

"Drive me to your favorite restaurant. I'm starving."

"Yes sir. That's Fetterill's - its just ten minutes from here", she beamed. She had cleaned her face up and looked once more the image of efficient librarian-ness.

I think I nodded off on the way, because I seemed to jerk forward with surprise moments later as she parked it outside a fairly upmarket looking place. I could see she was looking forward to being taken inside and having dinner with me.

I shoved my hand up her skirt, patted her pussy once and said "Thanks Miss Jones. Be back at the station tomorrow at 9am". I retrieved my hand and got out the car.

Her mouth dropped open a little in disappointment. I ignored that and added. "Make sure your makeup is on properly. I want you in deep red lipstick in case I feel like getting my cock sucked. Oh!" I added as an afterthought, "ask your friend Felicity Fuckpot, I mean Felicity from the library to come along too. She's hot.

"Yes sir", she said, sounding even more disappointed.

I ignored her and took the steps up to the front door of the restaurant.

I had to acknowledge that I looked a little out of place. A scruff in faded denim and a t-shirt that was once plain white and now had acquired a few interesting stains over the last day or so. This presented quite the contrast with the well dressed customers sitting at the attractively designed restaurant and the immaculate staff.

A blonde girl with a nice smile greeted me just inside the front door. "Good evening Sir, do you have a reservation?"

"Uh. no, I", I began.

"Oh, I'm sorry Sir. We're fully booked then. I'm afraid I don't have a table for you". Her regret looked well polished and not entirely sincere. I guessed even with a reservation I might not pass given my appearance.

"That's ok", I said, pretending to look defeated, but I didn't turn and go. "Please, come here so that I can feel your tits and ass, then show me into the restaurant. I'll find my own table."

"What?" she said, stepping closer to me, "Ok, but I...",

I slipped my arms around her waist and grabbed her butt cheeks and pulled her firmly towards me. As I dipped my face to hers, I said, "please find anything I do completely exciting and wonderful".

"Oh my!" she said as I ground my crotch against hers and our lips met. I slipped my tongue into her mouth and started exploring. Her eyes closed and I almost think she was going to faint before I broke contact. I pulled her buttocks even harder towards me so that she could really feel the shape of my cock pressing against her stomach through our clothes before stepping back. She gasped as I slipped my hands inside her jacket and gave her breasts a perfunctory groping through her top.

"Please lose the jacket and top and greet anyone else who comes in just in your underwear".

"Uh certainly." she gasped, and reeled back against her wine rack while I passed by her and headed in.