He trails his hand up my inner thigh, rotating his fingers in a circular motion as he inches up my skirt, inches away from my cunt. I shy slightly, scared momentarily that others will see. The diner busy, and the servers bustling about. We’ve ordered a simple breakfast one that will have us back in the car in minutes, and his plan is to torture me before we get to eat.

He slouches back, his long legs sink widely under the table, his jeans tightening as his hand inches closer. My mouth feeling the brunt of his torture. His right palm rubs his cock through his jeans showing me exactly how hard he is and reminding me of his size. I blush.

The waitress places our food, and his finger crooks in my pussy, his thumb rubs my clit, my mouth unable to thank her. My eyes as wide as ever. He raises his fork, eating in with one hand, fucking me with the other. My wet slippery folds unable to keep our sound hidden. I don’t moan, only bite my tongue hoping he’ll have mercy on me, he doesn’t.

I reach for my fork, trying to keep some decorum, it slips from my fingers and lands on the tile. A passing waiter leans down and retrieves it, smirking as he replaces it. I cum, my pleasure floods his palm, and he closes his eyes groaning, happily.

“Eat baby girl, you’ll need your energy once we get into the car.”

I stumble with my first bite, shaking as my body comes back to me.