Ludwig put a mouthful of pasta in his mouth and smiled at Daciana sitting across from him. They were out on a dinner date and he liked everything about her so far. She had a pair of beautiful, forest green eyes that shined a little extra everytime she smiled, and she smiled a lot which he liked. Her hair was long and medium brown, and half of it was pulled back and secured behind her head. She wore a long, flowy, yellow skirt and a black blouse. She was dressed down but she was so beautiful in his eyes. And even better, her personality was everything he could wish for too.
"Are you enjoying your meal?" She asked.
"Yes, it's amazing," he said. "How about you?"
"It's hard to fuck up pasta when it comes to me," she said.
He chuckled and moved his feet around under the table. He accidentally pushed her foot and she giggled.
"Are you trying to play footsie?" She asked.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to," he apologized.
"It's okay," she said.
She leaned a little over the table and lowered her voice.
"You know," she gave him a naughty smile. "Some fun games can be played under a table."
"Like what?" He asked.
She looked around and then slid under the table. Before he could ask what she was doing, he felt her open his pants. He thanked his lucky stars that this place had long table cloths that reached the floor when he felt her lips close around his dick. She sucked him to perfection and he couldn't hold back. He hardly lasted a minute before he blew his load in her mouth. She moved her head away and fixed his clothes again.
"The coast is clear," he said lowly.
She popped back up and sat on her seat. She grinned at him and ate another mouthful of pasta. He wasn't going to let her get away with it. He looked around before doing what she had just done. He disappeared under the table. He couldn't taste her the way she had done to him so instead he lifted up her skirt, pushed her panties aside, and worked his fingers on her. She spread her legs as much as she could, and he pushed two fingers inside her. She was already dripping wet from all the excitement. He moved his fingers in and out of her, and apparently she could hardly last a minute either. He felt her walls squeeze his fingers while she came in silence like he had done. He pulled his fingers out of her and fixed her clothes.
"The coast is clear," she said.
He popped back up on his seat and wiped his fingers on the napkin. He picked up his fork and ate another bite of pasta as if nothing had happened. She leaned over the table again and he mimicked her pose.
"You're bad," she said.
"You started it," he said.
"But will you finish it?" She asked.
"You're going home with me. I want my dessert. I bet you taste really sweet," he licked his lips. "I hope you brought extra panties because yours is going to be ruined before we leave this place. You can sit there and imagine everything I'm going to do to you later. Anything you can imagine, I will do, plus other things you won't even have begun to think about."
He leaned back in his seat and picked up his fork again.
"Better eat before it's cold, Daciana," he said innocently. "Should we order another soda? I feel like we're not leaving just yet. I could use something more wet before we're leaving."
