5.
~ Arthur felt his face burn. His wife's underwear was tucked into his jacket pocket. She was casually sipping the white wine the waiter brought as if she hadn't done anything.
The abused Point Man had to shift in his seat again. That insistent need, that defined all men, was growling into life. All at the idea that this mean spirited nymph had so boldly removed her panties in a crowded restaurant and put them in his pocket, and he wasn't able to do anything about it.
She was sitting there, so close yet miles away from a well deserved ravishing, and he could do nothing. The restaurant was too crowded, too many people would see. He could always asked for the check and take her home right now. Would he even make it to the car?
He shifted in his seat again as he caught that cat like little grin flight over her face.
"Think this is funny?" He asked.
"Very." She said dryly.
"Well, we'll see who's laughing when I get you home." He growled in an angry whisper.
She looked unafraid at his idyll threat. She shrugged and her hand casually dropped off the table and landed "accidentally" on his growing hardness.
Arthur jumped slightly at the contact. His wife's knowledgeable hand roaming up his shaft. His member protected by his clothing, and their actions hidden from view by the table cloth.
"Ariadne." He said angrily as his hand cupped hers. He wanted nothing more then to allow her to pleasure him. Allow her hand to explore and liberate him. He wanted to pull her off this reclusive booth and lay her on the pristine table, spread her legs and take her. Their carnal act for all to see.
He steeled himself and tried to push her hand off him. She wasn't even looking at him as her hand moved around his shaft. Applying pressure that made the Point Man shift in his seat again. His eyes worriedly looking at the other patrons. Wondering if they were betraying any hint as to what they were doing.
Slowly, the Point Man leaned back in his seat. The privet booth allowing them to be closer then at a normal table, and allowed his wife's torments. Allowed her hand to run up and down his member that was still trapped in his pants. He dared not look at her. Both of them kept their eyes on something, anything, else as her hands ran carefully up and down his hardening member.
He shifted uncomfortably again as she nimbly pulled down his zipper. His breathing coming hard as he couldn't believe this was happening. He was about to have his wife handle his manhood in a public restaurant. Where people were casually going about their business with no idea what they young couple was doing. His head rushed with the excitement of it and he pulled her closer to him.
Hoping her body would shield him in case they failed to remain discreet. Outwardly, they looked normal. His arm still draped around her as they drank their wine and looked at anything but each other. Inwardly, he was ready to break.
He felt the air hitting his need as his wife carefully took hold of his favorite body part. He looked anxiously around to ensure no one was watching and placed his napkin over his lap as she started moving her hand up and down his member. The feel of her warm hand on his hardness making his head spin with the joy of it. The thrill of this happening in with others so close by and the very real threat of being caught.
~ Slowly, slowly. Her strong hand and fingers pumped him up, and up. Her thumb rolling over his head making him lean back slightly and scowl. His breathing hard and ragged. She knew what she was doing. She had been his wife, as well as his lover, for long enough to understand what he wanted. He had shown her what he liked and she had been an apt pupil in his teachings.
She could command him so easily. Her own body rushing with adrenaline over the power she had over him, the fear of others seeing them, and the fact that they were doing such a thing in this public place.
She tried not to blush as she moved her hand slowly down. A smile pulling on her face as she heard a soft, appreciative groan and gasp coming from the Point Man. His body shifting as he wanted to giver more of him.
His face looked angry, but his need in her capable hands, was wrathful. He was allowing it. Allowing her to torment him. She had been surprised by that. Arthur was so discreet, so reserved she hadn't expected him to let her handle him in public this way. Their intimate time, especially after they had been married, was always regulated to the bedroom.
She had been a little surprised at herself. That she had been brave enough to do this. First shedding her panties and so casually putting them in his jacket pocket. As if asking him to hold her car keys or lipstick. She felt emboldened by her sudden recklessness. Her dress, hair and makeup made her feel like another person. A women who took her panties off in public. A woman who fondled the good looking man next to her with only a table cloth to conceal them.
Slowly, slowly, her hand came back up again. Her thumb rubbing his head and then sank back down his shaft. Her poor husband, no doubt out of his mind right now, was trying desperately to act normal. His face seeming murderous as he tried to keep his upper half composed.
"Your dinner, Sir." The waiter barged in on their very privet moment. Arthur snapped to attention and moved his wife's hand away from his excited member. The cloth napkin quickly moving over the engorged maleness as their waiter laid out the first course of their meal.
"The soup, Sir." The server said proudly as the Point Man looked ready to kill someone. Ariadne smiled sweetly at the waiter and then chanced a look at her husband. The look on his face almost made her laugh as he was trying so hard to act normal. Trying to keep the growing erection she had started in him from being noticed.
"Thank you." Arthur said curtly. His movement's slow as he was no doubt uncomfortable with his need released and ready for satisfaction that would not come soon.
"It is a special blend of spices mixed with our own-" The waiter started his prepared speech.
"Thank you." Arthur barked at the server. His control hanging on by a thread.
The waiter looked affronted as Ariadne smiled kindly at him. Her hands fold neatly on the table. The very picture of feminine innocence. The fussy server understood he had been dismissed and retreated from the couple.
"You are in so much trouble." Arthur breathed out. A hidden rage building under his breath.
Ariadne ignored him and took in her soup.
"This smells good." She said enthusiastically as she started eating. Her husband struggling to keep his composure as he searched for his own spoon.