BurningMonkey
TheMan In TheMirror
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They left off their finger-play under the table long enough to order, then when the waitress had left they resumed. When the meal came they took another break while they ate, but one or the other would periodically slip a hand under the tablecloth for a quick rub.
By the time dinner was finished they were both so hot and horny they didn't bother with desert; Ben called for the check, and they finished their wine while exchanging vigorous rubs under the table.
When the time came to leave, Ben had to take a moment to re-arrange himself, to Cassie's giggling amusement. Once he was satisfied that he could stand and walk without knocking something off another table, they slid out of the booth and walked hand in hand out of the dining room and down the corridor towards their room. Cassie's skirt covered the damp evidence of her arousal, but Ben had to hook one hand in his belt, strategically draped over the dark pre-cum spot in the middle of his pants crotch...
Even before the door was fully closed Ben seized Cassie and drove her up against the wall, pinioning her hands above her head as he mashed his lips to hers hungrily. He pushed his aching erection into her as she arched her back to meet him, and their tongues tangled deliciously, darting and probing. Breathlessly he released one hand to rub and claw at her top, finally exposing the hardened little nubs that were his focus of interest. He lowered his face to capture one of them between his lips, biting it gently. She hissed in response, and pushed her chest into his mouth to encourage him.
"Get on the bed," he ordered hoarsely, pulling her away from the wall and tossing her into the middle of the bedspread. "Strip, " he said peremptorily as he worked feverishly at his buckle and zipper. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk..."
By the time dinner was finished they were both so hot and horny they didn't bother with desert; Ben called for the check, and they finished their wine while exchanging vigorous rubs under the table.
When the time came to leave, Ben had to take a moment to re-arrange himself, to Cassie's giggling amusement. Once he was satisfied that he could stand and walk without knocking something off another table, they slid out of the booth and walked hand in hand out of the dining room and down the corridor towards their room. Cassie's skirt covered the damp evidence of her arousal, but Ben had to hook one hand in his belt, strategically draped over the dark pre-cum spot in the middle of his pants crotch...
Even before the door was fully closed Ben seized Cassie and drove her up against the wall, pinioning her hands above her head as he mashed his lips to hers hungrily. He pushed his aching erection into her as she arched her back to meet him, and their tongues tangled deliciously, darting and probing. Breathlessly he released one hand to rub and claw at her top, finally exposing the hardened little nubs that were his focus of interest. He lowered his face to capture one of them between his lips, biting it gently. She hissed in response, and pushed her chest into his mouth to encourage him.
"Get on the bed," he ordered hoarsely, pulling her away from the wall and tossing her into the middle of the bedspread. "Strip, " he said peremptorily as he worked feverishly at his buckle and zipper. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk..."