What Where You Thinking

At that point the waiter stopped by to ask if they needed anything else, and immediately noticed her flushed cheeks and heavy breathing.

When asked if she was alright, she answered that the corner they were sitting in was a bit hot, and would the waiter mind turning up the air-conditioning a bit.

They ate their meal in comfortable silence, smiling at each other.

After finishing her meal, she leaned back in her chair, closing her eyes in contentment.

She suddenly felt his hand on her t.h.i.g.h again, and this time he slipped his fingers between her slick lips without teasing.

She gasped and then m.o.a.n.e.d softly as his fingers deftly found her wet c.l.i.t and started gently rubbing her again.

She was still aroused from her previous o.r.g.a.s.m, and she could feel her second o.r.g.a.s.m building quickly.

As her o.r.g.a.s.m overtook her, she bit her lip as before, but could not stop a soft m.o.a.n from escaping her lips.

Her body shuddered and her breathing came in heavy gasps.

She thought it would never end, wished that it would never end as she shuddered with p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e.

Her o.r.g.a.s.m finally subsided, and she sat back, still breathing hard.

He lovingly stroked her t.h.i.g.h and asked if she would like something more to drink.

She could only smile at him exhaustively and he poured her a glass of water.

She had regained some of her composure when the waiter came by to collect their plates and ask if they wanted any dessert.

"No, but thank you. I've already had my dessert," was her cryptic response.

The waiter left the table to fetch them their bill, and smiled.