Barbara Skinner - Lust is a many splendored thing

Confused, she nonetheless followed his instructions and moved around until they were both seated at the back of the booth.

"Take my cock out," he said as he picked up a menu.

"H-here?" she asked with surprise, and she saw her waitress begin to move back toward them.

"Now," he said, and he turned his eyes to her.

A shiver of fear went through her, and she quickly dropped her hands into his lap to unzip his pants. The fear was not of physical pain, but of displeasing him. The sound of the zipper opening sounded very loud to her. The waitress was only two booths from them. Erin tugged his hardening cock free of his pants, and the huge column jutted up.

"Hold it with your hand," he said, and she curled her hand around the hot thickness.

The waitress came to a stop before them, and smiled.

"Yes, I'd like some eggs, orange juice, and coffee," he said pleasantly, and Erin realized that his prod and her hand were blocked from the woman's view by the table top.

The woman nodded and moved away. Her hand was gripping him very tightly, and her heart was pounding.

"Get down on all fours under the table," he said, and she started to protest, but then remembered the coldness that had been in his eyes when she had questioned him before.

Trembling with nervousness, she glanced toward the rest of the restaurant, and saw that she would not be in anyone's line of vision.

She slipped off the seat and onto her knees. She leaned to the side and moved her head and body beneath the table so that she could place her hands on the floor. He shifted behind her, and she felt him flip the skirt of her dress up over her back. Her legs, hips, and her panties were bared.

He placed his feet between her calves and pushed them to have her angle them out from her knees. He reached under the table and grasped her hips as he pressed his feet back against the front of the seat. He slid forward so that his hips were against the edge of the seat. and he pulled her hips back toward his en gorged tool. She felt afraid of being discovered-and excited.

His fingers curled between her hips and her panties, and she started as he suddenly tore the garment open. She wondered if it had sounded as loud as she thought it had. He pulled her closer, and she angled her feet out farther. He lifted her slightly, and she inhaled sharply as his knob pressed between her legs and into her cunt. Her hands clutched at the floor as he slid his length up into her quaking underbelly, and she found herself happily greeting his return by tightening around him.

Realizing that the position did not make it possible for him to move too much, she began to lean forward on her hands and knees, and then to lean back so that she slid down his shaft, and then back up it. His prod pressed up against her as she slid, up and down it, and she began tightening and loosening herself around him. She wished that she could see his face so that she would know if he was pleased or not. She felt hot, and her hair spilled around her face as she moved her body faster.

Her cunt was palpitating, and her clit throbbed deeply.

Her lips parted, she squinted as an orgasm began to flower within her depths, and then she blinked her eyes open. The waitress's feet and legs came to a halt just in front of her. He shifted back an inch, and she bit at her lower lip. She knew that the woman could not see her because of the table, but she realized just how public her fucking of Jack's pole was. She wondered if the woman could smell her flowing juices.

"Has the lady left?" the waitress asked.

"No, she'll be back," he said as he shifted his hips gently from side to side.

"Would she like some more coffee?" she asked.

"Yes, thank you," he replied, and Erin watched the legs turn and move away out of her line of vision.

He pressed his loins against her again and thrust back high into her roiling depths. Her face turned from side to side, and her hair whipped like flames. His tool pistoned back and forth beneath the aching longing of her clit, and she gasped for breath. She wanted to cry out her passion. As if through gauze, she heard sounds, and forced her head to lift so that she could look. The waitress had returned, and his hips again moved back.

"Here's the coffee and your food, sir," the woman said.

Erin's snatch clutched desperately at his knob, and his upper shaft.

"Ah, very good," he replied. "Say, I hope business isn't always this slow."

Erin pushed her straightened arms down against the floor and lifted her knees from it so that she could shove her yearning nook back onto his huge cock.

"Oh no, it'll start picking up again soon," the waitress said. "Will there be anything else?"

"Yes. I think the lady joining us would like to order, wouldn't you, Carla?"

Erin's eyes opened, and she saw Carla's shapely legs move past the waitress's, and around behind the table. She sat down, and Erin could see up her short crepe skirt to where the full mound of her cunt nestled with its ebony plume. She twisted her own cunt around Jack's cock, mindless of the waitress now, and she did not hear Carla's order.

"And how are we doing?" Carla asked as the waitress departed.

"Um, the service isn't bad," he chuckled, and nodded down toward Erin's squirming ass.

"Say, she looks familiar," Carla mused. "Oh, of course, it's… oh, what did we call that ass and cunt?"

"Now, let's not forget the mouth, hands, and tits," he said as he twisted his prod from side to side in Erin's drenched nook.

"Yes, you're right. That red bush around that pink pussy… Erin. Yes, it's Erin, isn't it?" she chuckled. "Is it on the menu?"

"Certainly. Want some?" he asked, and Erin squeezed her eyes shut.

"It is on the menu," Carla laughed as she looked at it. "Tongue."

He gripped Erin's hips and moved over a little as he turned her toward Carla. Her eyes damp, Erin saw Carla's graceful hands slide her skirt up almost to the tops of her legs. She shifted and craned her neck upward so that she could press her face between the statuesque thighs.

The skirt brushed against the top of her head, but there was still enough light to see Carla's cunny, and she could just detect the rich fragrance of it. She pressed her mouth to the soft black featherings, and her tongue opened the plump envelope of Carla's sex.

As she twisted her cunt back around his thrusting cock, Erin burrowed her lower face into Carla's mound. The woman's juices bathed her chin, cheeks, and nose as she licked up into the hot softness. She found she could at least murmur now. Her hands caressed Carla's shapely calves.

"Ah, the waitress with your food," Jack said, and Carla's hand pressed Erin's head back down beneath the concealment of the table.

The air was cool against her damp face, and Erin tried to catch her breath quietly as she felt his cock pull hack a bit. Carla extended her leg, and her arched foot pressed up against Erin's face. Erin stared at it uncomprehendingly for a moment, and then began to kiss and lick it.

Carla turned the foot from side to side, and Erin removed her shoe so that she could attend it all, and suck the long toes.

The waitress left, and Erin heard the sounds of them eating as she sucked and licked Carla's toes. Then, he shifted behind her, and he raised one of his legs up onto the seat along with one of hers. He moved her thigh over his hip and along his side, and she curled her calf behind him. Their outside legs were off the edge, and their feet were on the floor. She felt his one calf against her stomach, his thigh between her and the back of the seat.

With a lift of her foot, Carla indicated that Erin should stop, and raise her head and torso also. Because of the curve of the booth seat, both he and Carla were able to lean back as they turned toward one another with Erin between. Carla curled her inside leg upon the seat and drew Erin up over it to return her face to her cunt. Erin felt the woman's calf against her swollen tits, and she again began to eat her.