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Lydia’s muscles pulsated around the nubbly silicone ring she’d pushed inside herself when she was getting ready. The growing heat in her pussy kept ahold of her attention and she suddenly realized she hadn’t heard anything Brian was saying.
She was noticing how his stubble was just beginning to go salt and pepper around his temples and jawline. It was hard to see unless you were in the right light of very close to him. At almost forty, he still had boyish good looks.
She wanted to push his chair back and sit on his cock right there in the restaurant. Him being oblivious to how horny she was normally would have ticked her off, but tonight she found it amusing. She smiled unconsciously as she looked into his eyes.
“Does that mean you agree?” he asked earnestly.
“Huh? Oh, uh, you know, dear.” She reached for his hand across the table. “I think my ears are autofiltering work talk tonight. I didn’t process anything you said.”
He frowned, looking somewhat irritated for an instant, then softened.
“You’re right. We talk too much about work. I talk too much about work. So, what were you thinking about, my love?”
“Riding your hard dick,” Lydia thought silently, clenching and releasing her twat. She smiled warmly.
“Oh, nothing. Just enjoying this wine.” She swirled the liquid in the glass and took another drink. She was hoping their appetizer would be here soon as the alcohol was going right to her head. And her libido.
“I sure am hungry,” Brian spoke, as if reading her mind.
“Me too. I’m going to use the restroom while we’re waiting.” Lydia stood up and smoothed her skirt down her hips.
“Hurry back, y lady,” he said, smiling up at her. She looked in his eyes and smiled back. As she stepped past his chair, she leaned down and planted her lips firmly on his.
“Will do, love.” She could feel his eyes watching her as she crossed the busy restaurant.
In the privacy of a bathroom stall she snapped a picture of her swollen puss pressing against soft panties. Her desire was seeping through the satin, highlighting her eager slit. The lighting in the stall was crummy, but she figured that hardly mattered. She texted the pic to Brian and grinned thinking about him receiving it. Looking at it in the middle of the crowded dining room. She tickled her clit gently with a fingertip and nearly let out a moan. She went pee and as she was approaching the sink to wash up, her phone buzzed.
Brian had responded, “Ooh baby…” followed by a series of mouthwatering emojis.
Lydia looked herself over in the mirror. “What the hell?” she thought and returned to the stall. She opened her purse and pulled out a small organza bag. Untying the ribbon, she let the contents drop onto her palm; a stainless steel butt plug with a large pink jewel adorning the base. The metal was heavy and cool in her hand. Too cool. She popped the toy in her mouth and sucked at it like a lollipop, letting her tongue and cheeks warm it up.
Lydia put one foot up on the toilet seat and slid her panties down. She took the plug out of her mouth and ran it up and down her labia, coating it with her own lubricant. When she reached her anus her hips pushed down toward her hand and the toy slid inside her with ease. Lydia let out a whimper of pleasure.
Returning her foot to the floor, she flexed and clenched her pelvic muscles to settle the heavy plug along with the silicone ring. Before pulling her panties up she bent forward all the way and snapped a pic of her behind.
As she was returning to the table she saw the waiter dropping off their food. He was just finishing describing the items on their charcuterie board and smiled at her as she took her seat.
“What perfect timing you have.”
Brian tried to suppress a giddy grin.
When the waiter was out of earshot he said, “You’re naughty.”
“Only a little.” Lydia smirked. “So, what are all these tasty things he was telling you about?”
They nibbled at their assorted goodies and sipped wine. They picked out the prettiest people and the oddest couples in the restaurant, making up dialogue and outrageous backstories for them. All the while Lydia was practicing her Kegel exercises. Every flex of her pelvic floor sent waves of sensation through her. She was finding it hard to sit still.
Brian scooted his chair back a bit and laid his napkin on the table.
“I suppose I’m going to use the bathroom now. Don’t go anywhere,” he winked.
Lydia smiled and decided to seize the moment. When he was out of sight she pulled out her phone and texted Brian the other photo she had taken; her firm white peach, dripping with juice and bedazzled with a sparkly pink gem. She felt her nipples go hard against her bra. Her pussy felt full of lava. She looked around briefly before leaning forward to pull her skirt out behind her. She’d rather leave a snail trail on the seat than have a wet spot on the back of her skirt.
Lydia drained her wine glass again and refilled it with the remainder of the bottle. Brian was striding back towards the table. She could tell his cock was at least half hard under his slacks. He had received her text.
“Girl, you are making it hard…” he paused intentionally, “to stay focused on dinner.”
Lydia smiled coyly.
“I’m full of charcuterie anyway. You wanna get some dessert? To go?”
“Oh, I do now.” Brian chortled.
When the waiter came back, Lydia lied effortlessly, knowing Brian would feel better about leaving suddenly if there was some explanation.
“How are you doing? Ready to put in a main course?”
“Aww, actually our sitter just text to say our son is feeling sick, so we need to go.” Lydia frowned at him dramatically.
“Oh, no!” he lamented. “Well, can I bring you anything else? How about some dessert to take home?”
“Ooh, that would be so nice!” Lydia chimed. “What do you have that’s chocolatey?”
“We have a delicious triple layer fudge mousse. Should I get that ready to go and bring your check?”
“Mmmm.” Lydia looked at Brian for a response.
“That sounds great. Thanks a lot.”
“No problem. I’ll have that right out for you.” The waiter left, walking briskly toward the kitchen.
“Sick kid, eh? Sounds like a bummer,” Brian queried.
Lydia grinned widely. “Sure would be, if we had any kids.”
He snickered and emptied his wine glass.
“So, I like the jewelry you’re wearing tonight. Very y.”
She smiled knowingly. “I knew you would.”
As they walked out the door, carrying their triple layer fudge mousse, Brian ran his hand up the back of her thigh. He palmed a handful of ass cheek and let a finger graze the base of the butt plug. Lydia giggled and swayed her hips.
When they got to the car Brian reached for the door like he was going to open it but instead spun Lydia around and pinned her up against it. They kissed deeply for several seconds. Lydia brushed her hand across the bulge in his pants. He moaned longingly.
She purred in his ear, “You better take me home now.”
Their crossover SUV had a large center console making is unsuitable for road head, so Lydia decided to put on a show instead. First, she slipped her heels off and reclined the seat. She dragged her fingertips up the length of her body and ran them through her auburn hair. Then, she put her left foot on the dash, letting her skirt slide up, exposing her thigh.
“Hmmmm.” Brian stroked her leg from ankle to knee and let his fingers trail off at the edge of her skirt. She reached over and ran a hand up the back of his head gently pulling his hair. With her other hand she reached below her skirt and felt her own dampness. She slid a finger between her lips and found a hard bean waiting. She moaned softly, touching herself. Brian’s gaze was shifting between her and the road.
She pulled her other leg up and tugged the satin undies down, pulling each foot out delicately. She dropped the garment on his lap tauntingly. He picked it up and pressed it to his face, inhaling deeply.
“Ahhhh,” as he exhaled loudly like smelling a bouquet of roses.
Lydia dipped two fingers in her folds and slid them up and down slowly, feeling her slickness. She clenched her muscles around the secret ring inside. Her hips spun in her seat, grinding the plug against leather and tickling her most sensitive parts.
“That is so hot, babe.”
She brought her hand up to his face, and he took in her scent. She ran her fingers along his lips and he sucked them into his mouth. His tongue swirled around, and he slurped happily. With her other hand, Lydia rubbed Brian’s stiff cock through his pants. She took her fingers out of his mouth and returned them to her dripping cunt. Her thumb spun circles on her clit and her middle fingers probed her depth.
Brian’s breathing grew more ragged. Lydia stroked herself and moaned. They made the last turn before home.
“I have a surprise for you,” she divulged impishly.
“Oh? he replied, watching her fondle herself. She guided his right hand to the edge of her labia, letting his fingers feel the damp heat radiating from her core.
Lydia looked at his eyes flicking back and forth between the road and the passenger seat. She tilted her hips toward him and said breathily, “You just have to find it…”
He bit his bottom lip and let his fingers push deeper. Lydia pulled her left leg up with one hand and twirled the butt plug around with the other. Brian’s fingers were penetrating her, searching for his ‘prize in the box’. When he felt a nub of silicone against his fingertip a wide smile crossed his face. Lydia was warming up his favorite cock ring.
“Well, well, well. You certainly know what I like.” His practiced digits hooked the flexible toy but he didn’t pull it out. He was enjoying himself. His fingers explored her velvet folds. Lydia was unbuckling his belt and swiveling her hips around. When she reached for the garage door control, he gave the ring a tug, and Lydia squealed and shook as it popped out with a wet, suction sound.
He put the car in park and killed the engine while she slipped her heels back on and stepped out. Brian was out of the car and at her door in a flash. He was slipping the prelubricated ring over his erection as he approached her. She could see precum glistening on his cock head.
Lydia instinctively spun around and thrust her hips back. She reached for the driver’s side visor to close the garage, and Brian pushed her skirt up around her waist. He ran his tongue up her slick crevice, taking her by surprise.
“Oh, fuck!” she gasped.
“Bring that ass over here,” he demanded as he pulled her hips toward his groin. He ran a hand up her spine gently pushing her shoulders down across the seat. He stood back to admire the view and delicately spun the jewel shimmering up at him. Lydia whimpered in anticipation, and just as the garage door touched the floor, Brian plunged his hot, throbbing cock into her.
