A Table for One

He undid his zipper - slowly. Still reading his menu but now glancing quickly at her every few seconds he reached inside his pants and released his cock. Looking down at it he groaned and as she watched he began running his fist up and down his long thick shaft. He put his right leg up on the bench then and boldly faced her, but now his head was thrown back, his eyes closed in an agony of pleasure. She could see his hand stroking his large erect prick faster now as a rictus of a smile spread across his lips, teeth bared in pleasure/pain, and beads of sweat formed on his brow.

She had never witnessed such a sight. As a fantasy it was on her “to do” list to be sure, watching a man masturbate, but like this? Her own passion was rising and the total eeriness of the scene was affecting her in ways she never experienced before. Almost of its own accord her hand lightly stroked across her nipples and she felt tingling sensations straight down through her pussy. Her other hand too had wandered, into her lap. As her eyes locked on the big cock being stroked opposite her she slowly brought her hand under her hem then sat up a little to let the skirt slide up to her hips. She wore dark hose that hugged the top of her thighs and allowed a brief glimpse of bare flesh before the black lace of her panties was revealed. She lightly stroked herself through her panties and gasped at how wet she was. With a slow intake of breath she inhaled the musky fragrance of her own arousal. She slipped her hand inside her panties to cup her bare sex then stroked herself with one finger, marveling at how slippery wet she was - marveling too that she could ever do such a thing. Masturbating in front of someone and in PUBLIC yet!

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He kept stealing glances at her. She was everything he ever found sexy, attractive or alluring in a woman. Her sleek trim body, her confidence; the way her eyes wove together so provocatively with her smile. She seemed so poised and serene and yet so wanton at the same time. He knew she had noticed him but when he saw her start to caress her nipples lightly, almost indifferently, he knew she knew he was watching. It was almost too much to believe, but there she was looking at that crazy wine list and touching her breasts at the same time. And driving him completely insane. He could see her nipples now poking through the thin fabric of her dress and noted with pleasure she was bra-less. Things like this never happened to him.

As he watched he saw her head fall back and a sigh escape her lips. Her right hand cupped her left breast and squeezed it gently. His own breathing was heavy as well. He saw her looking directly at him now through hooded eyelids, a look of pleasure on her face. His throat too became dry from excitement as his cock engorged itself inside his pants, harder now than he ever remembered it being - so hard it almost hurt. He began stroking himself through his slacks as he saw her slipping a hand down between her legs and raising her dress to her waist. He unzipped himself slowly and fumbled for his cock, freeing it into the relatively cool air of the restaurant. Such good seats, he thought. No one can see us doing this.

As he began stroking himself he put his head back and watched her through half-closed eyes. She had her panties down around one ankle and was sorry he had missed her removing them. She must have been fast. Her other foot was propped up on the circular bench, affording him a clear view of her pussy, clean-shaven but for a fringe of dark hair at the top. Her slit was plain to see, highlighted as it was by her finger sluicing up and down it. She paused occasionally to run quick circles around her clit and move two fingers inside her wet, throbbing cunt to rapidly finger fuck herself, then would repeat the cycle maximizing every ounce of pleasure she could. She moaned very quietly and breathed in hurried little gasps, her passion building. Her dark eyes were staring into his crotch, almost searing his cock with their intensity.

He gazed across at her entranced, saw her eyes dulled by the same passion he felt, saw in her the same powerlessness over these events as he experienced. He slowed his own stroking to watch her more intently. Her left hand was inside her top, playing with her tits and tweaking her nipples. She let one side of her dress slip down uncovering a perfect round breast topped with a large coral colored nipple that puffed up proudly from her chest. She lifted the nipple up to her lips and licked it, then sucked it into her mouth as her other hand continued to dance to its own erotic rhythm between her legs.

He was gasping for breath now, feeling his come start to boil up from his balls as he jacked himself off. He thought about the mess he might make coming but quickly put the thought from his mind. He was so close but something was holding him back…

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My God, she thought, look at his hand! She loved watching his rapid, hard strokes as he pleasured himself. His technique was so unlike the gentle slow pulling she used on her lovers. The passion he had for his own body was purely masculine and powerful. She reveled in the mastery he seemed to have over his own organ, as if he were riding a wild stallion but one bent only to his will. She worked at herself harder, willing him to come. She desperately needed to see his white juices splashing out the tip of his enflamed prick.

She squeezed her breasts hard, forcing the flesh of her nipple tight between her fingers. She wanted him to see her breasts, to show him what a proud symbol of her sexuality they were, but knew this was risky in so public a place. She compromised by revealing only one and was rewarded by a gasp from across the aisle as she let her bare tit loose. Its red nipple was hard and swollen from her urgent touching and pulling. He stroked himself faster as he watched her bring it up to her lips.

I can’t believe I’m doing this, she thought, but I can’t stop! Oh God! I can’t stop! Her orgasm approached, bigger and more powerful than ever she remembered. For a moment she was fearful she might wail out her passion for all to hear, then she grabbed the napkin near her place setting and put it in her mouth, biting down hard on it as the tremors started…

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That’s gonna do it! He thought as he saw her stuffing the checkered cloth napkin into her mouth, God I’m gonna come when she starts getting off! He saw the shaking in her arms, her eyes squeezed tightly shut, tears leaking out from the corners, her body totally rigid with ecstasy, her back arched so hard he thought it might snap. Then he sat in awe as all that sexual energy, centered and concentrated in her groin, exploded outward through every nerve, muscle fiber, and cell of her body in continuous, overwhelming waves.

He saw her fall back gently into the couch just as his own orgasm began overtaking him…

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She could not fathom the power of the climax that had surged through her like a stroke of white-hot lightning. Every nerve tingled, she felt herself floating above the room and so full of peace she thought for a moment she could reach out and touch God. But through her drowsy post-masturbatory languor his harsh breathing and the slap of his hard jacking strokes brought her quickly back to earth. She opened her eyes and saw him still jacking off. Then she sat spellbound as a great arcing spray of cum shot out from the head of his cock and flew at least three feet onto the hardwood floor of the restaurant. She groaned as jet after jet followed, drenching his hand and forming a pearlescent thick trail on the floorboards. She longed to feel it on her hands and body; to rub it into her breasts and pussy; to taste it and lick the remnants off his cock; to be picked up and held in his strong arms. But she remained strangely transfixed, unable to move as she bathed in the afterglow of her monumental orgasm. She savored over and over the wickedest, most daringly erotic act she had ever hoped to partake in, and felt an undying gratitude to her mysterious lover for taking her to this place.

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His massive orgasm finally peaked. Gradually he felt his breathing start to slow, his mind to clear and his senses to reawaken. He looked over and saw her staring at him with the same awed, but satisfied smile on her face as he was sure was on his own. My God, he thought, I’ve looked for you all my life, here you are, and I don’t even know where HERE is!

Like her, he too was overtaken with a pleasant lassitude that kept him in his place, though he longed to go over and kiss those beautiful lips, and lick those wonderful fingers of hers clean. What do you say to a woman who has just taken you to place you never knew existed, whose eroticism well exceeded the boundaries of your own limited sexuality, and yet one who welcomed you so openly into hers? He went to look at her . . .

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but as she turned her head she felt suddenly dizzy, her vision blurred . . .

and he gave his head a shake to clear the confusion and looked around him in disbelief. . .

The restaurant was gone! She frantically looked around her and took in all the familiar objects, clothing and pictures that adorned her bedroom . . .

his head reeled as he felt his own down comforter around him and realized that he was lying quite naked in his own bed . . .

. . .at home, but with a sudden sense of blissful contentment they somehow both knew they would meet again.