Eddie couldn't stop himself from sneaking glances at a couple at another table. From the corner of his eye he caught some movement and watched enthralled as the guy slipped his bare foot from his shoe and pushed it between the knees of the girl sitting opposite. She had let her legs part to accommodate the action but was still sitting demurely as if nothing was happening.
"Well, she wouldn't be writhing around in a busy restaurant as if she had a big toe in her pussy, would she?" Eddie thought to himself.
He tried to keep his focus on the conversation at his own table but felt compelled to watch. The girl looked his way and smiled at him. Eddie averted his gaze and could feel himself reddening.
"So, what do you think, Eddie?” he heard Marcus ask.
Eddie didn't have a clue what they'd been talking about.
"Whatever you think, Marcus," was all he could muster.
"Miles away," Marcus informed the rest of the group. "I'll ask him again when he's back with us."
“Yeah, sorry, Marcus," Eddie said. "Don't know where I was then."
Again he tried to stay focussed on the proceedings but another movement drew his eyes back to the couple. The guy’s foot was back in his shoe now but the girl's ass was making little movements on the seat. Her skirt had ridden up exposing yet more of the shapely thighs that Eddie had already noticed and appreciated. The hand on the blind side was doing something. Eddie couldn't quite make out what.
"Oh fuck," he suddenly realised. "She's taking off her knickers."
Both of them turned to look at him and Eddie looked away quickly.
"Bastards," he thought. "They know I'm watching them."
Still he couldn't stop himself from taking quick looks in their direction and he caught the moment she bent and reached down to remove her knickers from around her ankles. Screwing them up into a ball in her hand she passed them to the guy opposite her and he put them in his pocket before they continued eating as if nothing had happened. Eddie looked around at the other diners. Surely someone else must have seen what was going on? If they had, no-one was letting on. Then again, they wouldn’t would they?
Eddie tried to stay unflustered by what he had seen and only the throbbing cock in his trousers would have given away the excitement he felt at that moment.
"Got to go to the loo," he announced to the table.
"Well, thanks for letting us know that," Marcus said.
"Cunt," Eddie thought to himself as he stood up. He didn't like Marcus much, smarmy git that he was. He pulled his jacket over to cover the bulge of his still hard dick and made his way between the tables towards the back of the restaurant. He was vaguely aware that the girl responsible for his discomfort had stood up too and was following him. Pushing through the door marked ‘Toilets’ he allowed his hand to hold his cock.
“Jesus, I need to do something about this,” he said to himself.
The girl had followed him through the door and Eddie walked past the ladies room and on towards the gents. He had expected her to go into the ladies, obviously, so he was a bit surprised to hear her footsteps close behind as he pushed open the door. She followed him in and as he turned to look at her she pushed at his chest forcing him back towards a cubicle.
“There’s something I want you to do for me,” she informed him.
Eddie was still in shock as he was pushed backwards and the door of the cubicle locked as the girl squeezed into the tiny space with him. Any notion that he might resist had gone straight out of the window as he felt her hand on his cock. Her perfume smelled rich and sensuous. He looked at her made-up face and ruby-red lips then down at the cleavage showing between the unbuttoned material of her blouse.
Overwhelmed he sat as she slammed down the toilet seat and pushed him.
“How was your main course?” she asked.
“Yeah, good,” Eddie replied feeling confused. It was a good restaurant but surely she hadn’t come in here to discuss the finer points of its culinary offerings.
“I’ve bought you some dessert,” she informed him.
Before Eddie could say or do anything she had pulled her skirt up to reveal her shaven pussy. She parted her legs to expose the luscious lips between her thighs and Eddie gasped. With the dexterity of a gymnast, and before Eddie could move, she had hooked her left leg over his right shoulder and had reached up with both hands to hang on to the top of the cubicle partitions.
“Now eat me,” she commanded.
“Be a bit rude not to,” Eddie thought to himself. “After all the trouble she’s gone to.”
Leaning forward he kissed her mons before allowing his tongue to trace up and down the inside of her thighs. He could smell the musky sweetness of her scented pussy.
“Come on, you fucker,” she ordered him “Lick my pussy.”
“Only too happy to oblige, ma’am,” Eddie said and he let his tongue play over her lips.
“Oh yes, that’s it,” the girl squealed as she hung further back and pushed her pussy forward toward his eager probing.
Eddie focussed on her clit.
