Emma got out of the car and walked over to the passenger side to open the door for her wife. Regina took her wife's outstretched hand with a smile and stepped out of the car. The brunette looped her hand around the blonde's forearm as they walked towards the restaurant. Emma being the gentlewoman opened the door for her wife and gestured rather dramatically for her to enter. Regina smiled and rolled her eyes as she walked ahead and inside. Her chivalrous wife followed suit.
Emma's eyes stared hungrily at the vast expanse of olive skin offered up by her wife's dress, the expensive fabric splitting apart at her neckline and plunging down all the way to her navel.
She was hesitant at first letting her wife even purchase that dress, much less wear it out in public where anyone could see what was naturally hers, but she could never say no to the Missus.
They came to the maitre d's post, the woman looking up from her book to address them. Her eyes flashed briefly to Regina's chest, a look of surprise and lust passing in a second before her professionalism took over. Emma noticed that look, and it did not please her.
"R-reservation?" The maitre d said.
"Its under Swan," Emma said with a hand at the small of her wife's back.
Emma felt her blood boiling at as the gazes of everyone in the restaurant locked in on her wife. But she smirked knowing that only she could have her the way she wanted. The possessive blonde pulled her smaller wife a little closer to her side and slowly ran her fingers up and down her forearm making sure that the lady saw it. Regina, unaware of the whole interaction smiled at her wife.
"Right this way, please," the woman said, bringing two menus as she left her station.
"Just the one," Emma said, taking a menu out of her hand impolitely and putting it back on the post.
Regina looked up at her with a sultry grin and took her wife's hand to wrap back around her waist.
The maitre d kept her professionalism in tact at the display, reminding Emma to leave her a generous tip, and led them to the back of the restaurant, in a darkened corner, lit only by a few candles.
The couple sat down, Regina making sure to loudly drag her chair closer to her wife's.
Before the maitre d could say anything, Emma handed her a hundred dollar bill.
"Bring out the best wine you've got stocked, will you?" She said, slipping her other hand to her wife's half-clothed thigh.
Regina raised an eyebrow at her wife's sudden command and the hand possessively grabbing her inner thigh. She knew not to make her wife lose control when they were sure to get an audience. Emma watched the lady walk away nodding. She smirked at her wife with pride for protecting her from pervy eyes.
Regina rolled her eyes. In public, her wife often acted like she was her trophy, but she couldn't help but love it. Emma stroked her inner thighs lightly as possible but it made her squirm. She fidgeted in her seat but the blonde grabbed her thigh roughly and pinned her to the seat with just a hand.
She looked at her wife and smiled mischievously as her fingers ghosted through the thin material of her thong.
"Mmmh," Regina whispered, clutching the edges of her chair as she felt her wife's fingers inch further and further to her center, "Oh, fuck, baby, I've never been so wet…"
Even in the dimness of the corner where they sat it was a bold move for her, and the olive skinned brunette was loving it.
"You spoiled the surprise," Emma said as her fingers just started to reach it. "Naughty girl."
Before she could so much as growl, a waiter came to their table with a bottle in his hand, wrapped in gold leaf.
"The house's finest, ma'am," he said, presenting it with a flourish. He waited for her nod before he deftly popped the top open and poured the red wine into glasses.
When Regina reached to take her glass, Emma swiped it away and brought it to her nose. She sniffed it loudly, swished it around the glass and took a sip and a moment passed as she "tasted" it.
"It's perfect, the lady will love it," she said haughtily, as she passed the glass to her wife with a smirk.
The waiter looked at her strangely while Regina bit her lip to curb her laughter.
Emma looked over her menu for a brief moment.
"I'll have the lamb loin and cilantro lime rice. The lady will have the same." She said as she closed the menu and slipping it into the waiter's hand before he could even offer an appetizer.
Regina shivered as he left, moving her head close to her wife's face to whisper in her ear.
"Damn, Emma darling, you have no idea what that does to me," she said, brushing her lips against the blonde's cheek. "Or maybe you do…"
Emma's smile widened when she heard the excitement in her wife's voice. She slipped her hand once again in between her wife's thighs, this time she didn't stop near her thong instead she slipped her finger inside the material and tugged it a bit. Regina unconsciously moved her legs apart. Emma used this time to pull the offending material out of the way and down her ass.
Regina's eyes widened as she realised what her wife was doing. She knew she couldn't stop her so she slowly raised her ass a bit to help her remove her thong. Emma pushed the material all the way down her legs until it hung off her shoes. Regina lifted her leg up and put her calf on top of her wife's lap.
Emma pulled the soaked lacy garment off her heel, brought it to her nose and smelled it making sure that her wife was watching.
All the while the people behind her were unaware, and Regina's face flushed, sweat accumulating at her forehead, glistening in the soft candlelight.
"If you don't stop now, you're going to make me ruin more than those panties," she said, brushing back a lock of raven black hair that had escaped her braid. "You should know how expensive this dress is, you bought it after all."
Emma chuckled and said, "Baby girl, you know I don't care about the dress, I'll buy you another one. What I really care about is what's inside that dress, and it's mine." She emphasised every point with her fingers ghosting dangerously close to her wife's wet centre.
"Fucking hell," Regina groaned, dabbing her face with a napkin, gazing longingly at her wife's cool, emerald eyes. She felt the first fingertip move through her folds, piercing into her heat gently at first, then pulling back and in more quickly again and again.
After their shared gaze broke, her eyes passed over Emma's shoulder and stared curiously for a moment. Regina closed her legs before her wife could press another finger into her pussy.
"We have a spectator," she said, discomfited, pulling up her wife's hand and bringing it to her lips. "He's been staring at me since I sat down."
She licked Emma's slick fingertip with a daring look, staring back at the man behind her unblinking. The blonde snapped her head back and peered at the man sitting with his wife and child, his attention shamelessly away from both.
Emma felt bad for his family but she was beyond furious at him for even looking at her wife. If it wasn't a restaurant she wouldn't have put up with it without a fight. She glared at the man one last time and looked at her wife who was holding her now clean fingers against her lips kissing it and trying to calm her down, knowingly.
Before she could say something the food arrived. Regina nodded and thanked the waiter, knowing full well that her wife was too far gone for courtesies. Dinner was eaten in silence. Every now and then she could feel her wife clutching the fork a little too hard and forcefully pushing the meat around.
When the dinner was finished Regina excused herself to go to the washroom. Emma looked at her leaving the table with an extra sway in her hips. Her eyes darkened with lust as she loosed the tie around her neck. Suddenly the air felt too hot for her collar.
She pulled herself up and followed her wife's lead, flipping the man off as she passed.
Emma pushed open the door and stepped inside, flipping over the lock without even looking behind her. All the stalls were empty, save one. She could see her wife's posh, costly heels at the bottom of the door before it opened.
Regina stepped out, holding her clutch in her hands and brushing stray hairs back into place.
"It's amazing how quick it is to relieve one's self without panties," she said, stepping up to the mirror and retouching her makeup with a smirk. "I should go commando more often."
Emma growled lowly as she approached her prey, moving behind her wife and putting one hand on her hip and another on her back. That hand pushed her down.
Emma trapped her wife against the counter. She leaned closer to her ear and whispered. "It's easier to fuck you commando, don't you think, baby girl?" She made her point clear as she pushed her groin up to her wife's ass to show how hard she was.
"Oh, fuck, you're right, daddy," Regina replied, her tits pressed against the marble countertop and her hands gripping the handles of its sink tightly. "Fuck me, right here right now, take this pussy, it's yours!"
Emma growled at her wife's request and pushed her dress up in a swift motion. She moved her hand down to her wife's core and massaged her wet pussy. She groaned as the slickness grew at her touch.
She used her other hand to hastily undo her belt and pull down her zipper. Her pants pooled around her ankles with a loud thud. Without even giving Regina time to get prepare, she pushed her cock deep inside her wife's tight pussy. The slickness making it easier to get inside.
Emma threw her head back and groaned." Fuck… you are so tight baby.."
Then she started moving in fast pace not even caring that her wife was moaning loud enough to attract attention.
Her pistoning hips slapped her wife's fleshy ass and knocked her against the counter again and again.
"Shit, shit, shit!" Regina cried, her pussy pulling Emma's cock inside her and nestling it deeper with every thrust. Sweat flew off her face and onto the marble and her breathless pants blew back the hairs sticking to her slick skin.
Harder and harder her fingers tightened around the sink handles until they turned white, and she snarled and mashed her teeth with every thrust of Emma's hips, each one more brutal than the last.
She was being pounded so mercilessly that she didn't even notice the head pop into view behind the looking glass of the locked door. Her wife did.
Emma's eyes turned briefly away from her lover's jiggling ass and caught the man's mortified face in the corner of her eye. She turned her head to look at him without even slowing down her pace. The smirk she gave him made his face even more flushed than it already was.
Emma pushed her wife's dress further up and smacked her fat ass hard enough to bruise.
"Whose pussy is this, baby girl?" She said over her wife's shriek. She pulled at Regina's braid and smacked her ass with every thrust of her hips, until it was bright red. "Answer me, Regina!"
"Ow, ow shit, your's," The olive-skinned brunette screamed with every blow, panting and moaning, and pushing her hips back in approval. "It's yours, Daddy, this pussy is- fuck-fucking yours!"
"You're.. God… damn… right!" Emma said, emphasizing every word with a brutal thrust. "Beg me, baby, beg me to cum, right the fuck now!"
The muscled blonde gripped her wife's hips tightly as she pistoned her hips faster and faster, sweat stinging her eyes from the effort.
"Ow, ahh, ahh, god!" Regina said, her chest heaving from exhaustion. "Please, fucking please let me cum, daddy! Daddy, please!"
With one last scream, Regina fell over the edge, her hands dropping bonelessly on the counter.
"There- there it is," Emma said, looking back at the man still watching their display, frozen in shock. When her wife's inner muscles squeezed her shaft she released her seed with a happy moan.
The older brunette's hot pussy milked her cock for all it was worth and then some and Emma enjoyed the last few minutes of their coupling watching her in the mirror, panting and sweating, eyes drooping in exhaustion.
Emma looked back at the door to find the man gone, distantly she heard angry shouting, complaints to the manager she was sure. She was also sure those complaints would fall on deaf ears, she was the one who wrote his paycheck after all.