IN THE RESTAURANT

Sister Danna

The next day I woke up especially hot. Not that I was horny – although I am, very much so – but normally I could wait for the right moment to have my Reno all to myself. In truth, neither of us knew exactly who had started the game, who had noticed first that that table at the Paprika Restaurant, hidden in a corner near the wall, was perfect for teasing each other. It was probably me, since I had purposely left home wearing my shortest dress, very flowy, perfect for feeling the warmth of his hands on my leg, real man's hands, so sexy, I thought.

But my thoughts simply froze when his hand began to search for the beginning of my thigh, squeezing, feeling my groin, and then running his fingers over my panties – so wet there, his fault, that it made my pussy so alive! Oh, how I liked and disliked this suspense at the same time; it was almost cruel to have that little piece of fabric between his hand and my sex, preventing a brave and adventurous finger from feeling my heat. But Reno seemed to enjoy seeing me on the verge of desire, almost unable to disguise the situation from the waiter who brought him an iced apple juice. "Thank you, friend," was all he said, but his low, hoarse voice betrayed that something abnormal was happening under the huge light blue napkin, and as soon as the blond boy with the earring turned his back, my cat received a kiss wetter than my appetizing and greedy pussy. It was clever of me, of course, because that made him drag that damn panty a few centimeters with his eager and daring fingers, leaving my pussy exposed, and in my head the world became a whirlwind of tongues and hands. Reno slowly squeezed my clitoris with his fingertips, and I dug my nails into those spiky hairs that only my cat knew how to have. What a turn-on, my God!

Wow, what were we doing there? What was Reno thinking when he decided to take me to dinner against my will? I had told him that tonight I really wanted to be possessed, eaten, bitten, sucked… the candlelit dinner could wait for another time! But how could I refuse the invitation of a hungry Hun?

And now we were there, completely oblivious to the supposedly aphrodisiac fruit soup waiting on the table, too weak to stop our semi-public fooling around and go somewhere more intimate. Reno held my sex with his firm hand, fingering my tight, soft entrance, and I felt the growing bulge between his thick legs with my hand while carefully unbuckling his belt without anyone noticing.

It wasn't long before his cock was fully in my hand, firm and throbbing. I had a flash of inspiration and whispered in his ear, "Let's see if this soup really is an aphrodisiac!" With my other hand, I held the soup spoon and dipped it into the sweet, thick liquid. I poured the contents onto the head of my lover's cock (who only said, smiling, "It's a good thing they don't serve this dish boiling hot!") and – after checking that the waiter was at a safe distance – I took that delicious cock I loved so much into my mouth. Mmmm, it tasted a bit like peach, a bit like cherry, so delicious! I licked and sucked vigorously so as not to miss a single drop of that wonderful soup that had mixed with a little of his sweat. My tongue made circles around the head of my beloved's cock and then I put it all inside my mouth... I did this countless times, while Reno caressed my hair and guided my head to increase his pleasure. Every time the sweet and sour taste faded, I repeated the process with a new tablespoon, until the little bowl on the table was empty and I said, "Now, I want the best part of this dessert!"

"But Danna, do you really want me to come here in the restaurant?" my cat asked, but he already anticipated my answer, since he didn't even try to remove his penis from between my lips...

I wanted to feel him ejaculating on my tongue, I wanted to compare the taste of the aphrodisiac soup with that of his wonderful life-giving juice... and I began to suck like a little calf, while simultaneously masturbating him with my fingers and begging him to ejaculate his aphrodisiac soup into my mouth as quickly as possible. The waiter would return at any moment and notice my unusual pose for a fine restaurant, the nonchalant pubic hair on the soup spoon, and I, as a respectable young lady, could not allow such a lack of class.

Reno closed his eyes and his whole body trembled. "Danna, you naughty girl!" he said, and an explosion of pleasure flooded the roof of my mouth. "Darling, that was the best orgasm of my life!" he said, smiling, and hugged me tenderly.

I wiped the spoon with the light blue napkin as soon as I composed myself and we paid the bill, but to this day I'm still unsure about what the waiter saw or didn't see, because when we left the restaurant, he gave me a discreet wink.

I've loved aphrodisiac soups ever since that day...

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