Page 47 of Bless My Heart

I climb in and get our little road trip to dinner started.

“Wes, this place is so cute,” Hazel says as I pull into a parking spot outside the restaurant. It looks like a little house, but it’s decorated to look like it’s straight out of Tuscany. You can see the twinkle lights strewn up over the tables on the back patio from the parking lot. Most of the reviews commented on how charming this place was, so I figured Hazel would probably like it.

I interlace my fingers with hers as we walk inside. The hostess seats us right away at a table meant for four people but is only set for two, with two candles in the center. The best part is, it’s tucked away in a corner which is just perfect for us.

I pull Hazel’s chair out for her and swap the second place setting to sit right next to her instead of across from her.

“Oh, are we going to be that couple tonight?”

“Hell yes, we are. I want to be as close to you as possible, so same-siding it, it is.” She smiles up at me as I sit down next to her.

The server asks us if we want anything to drink besides water, and Hazel declines, so I do too. “You can drink if you want,” she tells me.

“I know. But I want to be completely sober for tonight’s events.”

We place our dinner order and fall into conversation. Watching the candlelight flicker on Hazel’s face and her in that dress, is really turning me on.

I lean in to whisper in her ear. “I can’t wait to be inside your pussy tonight.” She giggles against my face, and I run my fingers up and down her leg.

I inch my fingers up the hem of her dress until my hand comes into direct contact with her pussy. “Baby, you aren’t wearing any panties.” She smiles sheepishly at me.

“I know. I didn’t want my panty-line to show in this dress.”

I move my fingers between her folds.

“Wes.”

“Mm hmm?”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m fingering you under the table.”

“Yes, I get that. But you can’t do that here, in a public place.”

“Yes, I can.” I insert one finger inside her. “See, baby. You’re wet for me. You want this.”

“What if someone sees us?”

“This table cloth and my body will block all of you. Don’t worry.”

Her legs relax open for me. I lean in to kiss her neck as I insert another finger inside of her.

“Open your legs a little more for me, baby.” She does as she told, giving me a better angle to hit her G-Spot. My thumb comes up to her clit and starts moving in small circles.

“Now, baby, I know you’re a screamer, and as much as I love that at home, you can’t do that here. So, if you need to scream, just kiss me instead.” She nods her head, and her eyelids look heavy.

I quicken my pace, and her head falls toward my shoulder. My body completely shields hers from any other restaurant-goers.

“Wes, the server is coming back.” Her legs close a little as she pants out the warning to me.

“Ok.”

“You have to stop.”

“No fucking way. Not until you come all over my fingers. Just don’t look away from me, baby. He’ll never know.”

The server walks up and places a basket of bread on our table. “Is there anything else I can get you? Your food should be out shortly.”