Reckless

Reckless. By definition, the utter unconcern about the consequences of some action; proceeding without caution; careless. I became that and more with Jake. His touch made me throw caution to the wind. His kiss made me want to strip and fuck right where we stood. He had  a way about him that caused my mind to stop questioning and my body start responding.

Just yesterday, he asked me to meet him for lunch. He beat me to the restaurant, so he had a table already secured by the time I arrived. As I walked toward the table, I watched a young blonde lean against the table trying to garner a moment of his attention while taking a drink order. I couldn't blame her. He was one delicious man. Dark hair framed chiseled feature. Green eyes with a hint of mischief captured your attention instantly. And all of that before you moved any farther down to a hard chest, defined stomach and an ass that made you want sink your nails into.

He saw me approach and moved to stand. I swear I could feel the disappointment coming from the waitress when she looked over her shoulder and saw me. She walked away as he reached for me. He pulled me in and gave me a sweet kiss on the cheek. I slid into the booth and he sat next to me on the same side.

The restaurant was full and noisy. We talked about work and weekend plans while waiting on our waitress to return and take our order. His hand was resting on my thigh. He was moving his finger lightly in a circular pattern.

The blonde came back and perched against the table waiting on Jake's order. She all but melted when he called her sweetheart and proceeded to give her our order.
"Darling, what kind of dressing did you want for your salad?" His question came at the same time his hand made it's way under my skirt. I almost jumped, but managed to squeak out "Italian, please."

His fingers crept higher. I felt frozen. I didn't want to call attention to the situation so I tried not to move. He just kept right on talking to the waitress as his fingers stroked my pussy through my panties. I was soaking wet. I could feel myself. He finished our order and the waitress walked away.

"What are you doing," I asked as soon as she was out of ear shot.
"Making sure you have a delicious lunch," he answered smiling, "Now, I need you to reach under the table and remove your panties."
"You want me to what?"
"You're not gonna keep me waiting are you?"

He knew I wouldn't deny him. However, I know he could see the internal debate taking place on my face. I was transparent. A good girl wouldn't. It's a public place. I want to feel him. It would be so hot.

He cleared his throat. "Well..."

I reached under the table. Lifted my hips off the bench and pulled my panties down.

"All the way. Take them off," he said quietly,
I worked them down over my thighs and over the kitten heels I was wearing, I was so afraid I'd drop them on the floor. But I managed to get them all the way off.

"Lay them on the table," he said.
I know I turned eight shades of red. My cheeks were burning but my pussy was dripping. I laid the lacy red panties on the table between us.

"Undo the next two buttons on your blouse."

I could feel my heart beating. My fingers trembled as I worked the buttons. His eyes never left mine. He reached up and touched my face. Then slowly let his finger run down the side of my neck, to my chest, until they traced along the edge of my bra. He pushed the material of my blouse aside until the lace edge of the bra was exposed.

"Now for an appetizer," he said.

He put his hand back on my thigh and slowly pushed the skirt up. I looked around. People were sitting all around us. But no one seemed to be paying much attention. But I couldn't help but worry and watch.

"Slide to the edge of the seat," he said softly. "Spread your legs."

I felt my body following his command as my mind argued all the reasons while this was crazy.

In one swift move, his finger was inside me. I gasped.

"You're so damn wet," he said. "You want me in you. You are going to cum all over my fingers before our lunch arrives. Quiet now, you don't want the people in the booth behind us to know you're having an orgasm do you?"

His fingers started pumping in and out. His thumb was working on my clit. I put both hands on the table trying to keep still and quiet.

"I want you to feel how fucking hot and wet you are. Give me your hand."

I moved my right hand to his. He pulled it under the table and pushed it between my thighs.
"Push your fingers inside you. Pump your pussy. Fuck yourself for me until I tell you to stop."

My face was flaming and I was breathing hard. I was so turned on.

He reached under the table and put his hand over mine. He added to the intensity of each stroke. Then, he pulled my hand free. My fingers were covered with the juiciness of my pussy. He pulled my hand to his mouth.

"Now this is a delicious appetizer." His tongue slipped around fingers as my finger dipped deeper into his mouth. I closed my eyes and imagined how two tongue felt when it stroked across my pussy and flicked my clit. "Look at me."

I opened my eyes. He released my finger and moved to toward my mouth. "Now, you can have a taste."

I pushed my finger into my mouth and imagined his cock on my tongue. I loved the hardness. That ridge than ran down the shaft. I wished I was brave enough to crawl under the table and deep throat him right there.

His hand went to work on my pussy again bringing me back to reality instantly. I could feel my hips bucking. I was so close. A small moan slipped out.

"Darling, you have to be quiet or those people enjoying their lunch will now what you are doing."

"You're evil," I replied.

Which earned me a pinch to my clit. I gasped.

"She'll be here any minute with our lunch. Do you think she'll notice my hand in your pussy? The way your skin is flushed. The way your face looks. There's no disguising it. You're gonna cum for me baby. You're gonna cover my fingers in your cum. I can feel your thighs trembling. You're so close. Come on baby. Give it to me. Cum for me."

And I did.  Right there in the booth at the restaurant.

I was still reveling in the feeling when the waitress showed up. Jake's left hand was still cupping my pussy.  I hadn't had time to push my skirt back down or button my blouse back up. He did however lay his arm over my panties that were still sitting on the table.

The waitress put our food out and asked if we needed refills. I mumbled something and Jake sent her on her way.

He leaned back in the booth and smiled. "Looks like you've worked up an appetite."

I punched him in the arm. "Give me my panties."

"Nope, eat before your food gets cold." And he pushed my panties right to the center of the table.

We ate and talked. There was something so hot knowing my panties were sitting right there on the table. I was still wet. I wanted more.

We finished our meal and Jake reached for my panties. I thought he was going to give them back to me to out on. Instead, he put them in his pocket. The waitress brought our check and I had to go back to work.

"I need my undies," I said, "I've got to go back to work."

"You'll get them back this afternoon when I stop by. I'll help you put them back on at your desk."
And just like that, I was wet again,
"Now, be a good girl until then and when you get back to the office I want you to sit on the edge of your desk, pull your skirt up and take a picture of that pretty pink pussy for me."