Chapter 4

Brad and Abby arrived for their 5 p.m. reservation. She again wore her super low, super shot dress and he a different shirt and lounge shorts, buttons left undone. “Look at this place; it’s so quaint, so beautiful!” Abby exclaimed of the converted railway station with the pale yellow siding.

Brad announced their names as Mr. and Mrs. Hayward, drawing a curious stare from the hostess. They were escorted to their table, the overhead light casting a warm glow over them. The light shone on Abby’s lap, and legs crossed or not, her bare pussy was only inches away from view.

They were greeted pleasantly by a young blonde who looked to be in her late teens. Her name tag read, Emma, above her right breast. She tried to be polite and not stare at Abby’s breasts barely hidden in her dress. They were asked if they wanted to order any drinks, and Abby explained they were under eighteen.

“We have a fine selection of non-alcoholic beers, if you’d like to try one,” she suggested.

Abby thanked her, and they agreed to try one.

Brad looked at the short hem that barely covered Abby’s crossed legs. “Are you going to finger my pussy again for the waitress?”

“If you want me to,” he grinned, placing a hand high on her leg.

“You know that I never say no to your sexy intentions. If she does see you fingering my pussy, then I’m going to make sure she sees your big cock!”

“Here she comes!” He whispered loudly, his hand resting on the V of her crossed legs. Emma returned with two bottles and chilled glasses.

“I hope you find them to your liking,” she smiled.

“I do already,” he grinned, looking at her covered breasts, which were about the same size as Abby’s tits. Abby gave him a stern look and gave him a little kick to the leg.

“Je m’en fiche que tu regardes ma robe sur mes seins.” Emma looked down, and Abby smiled at her, uncrossing her legs. Abby noticed her reaction to seeing the soft light shining on her bald pussy.

“I’ll ... I’ll get your menus,” she said, leaving them.

“What did you say to her?” Brad asked.

“I said, I don’t mind you looking down my dress at my tits. Then I uncrossed my legs, and she saw my bare pussy.”

“You don’t waste any time,” he joked.

“We want to have some more sexy fun here and still get back to our room for you to fuck Monique.”

“When she returns, spread my legs and begin to finger my pussy.”

“Yes, Mrs. Hayward,” he teased.

“You got that right!” She grinned, leaning to kiss him.

Abby looked around at the scattering of guests at other tables. Some looked away as she caught their stare, knowing they were looking at her barely covered breasts and long, slender legs.

Emma came back, placing menus in front of them. The light from above shone on Abby’s lap as the waitress saw Brad motion her legs apart to reveal her bald pussy, then lovingly slipped several fingertips past her lips.

“J’espère que vous ne nous demanderez pas de partir parce que nous aimons avoir du plaisir sexy quand nous sommes dehors pour un repas.” “I hope you won’t ask us to leave because we like to have some sexy fun when we’re out for a meal.”

“Je ne vais pas.” “I ... I won’t.”

“Thank you, Emma.” Abby smiled as Brad’s thumb excited her clit making her body jolt. “Mmm,” she moaned softly.

“I’ll return to take your orders.”

“Nice looking ass,” Abby commented on Emma’s figure as she left.

“You’re as bad as Karen, Vicky, and Wendy when it comes to women,” Brad teased.

“What can I say? I love pussy almost as much as cock.”

Abby looked at Brad’s bulge, covered by his shorts. She placed her hand on his thigh, hesitated a moment, and then, not caring if others were able to see, slid her hand inside the opening. She bit her lower lip out of growing sexual frustration, and she gently gripped his cock.

She gave in to her desire and released his cock and balls into the shared light. She began to stroke it as they glared around to see how many might be looking their way.

Abby noticed Emma returning and continued stroking his cock.

“Avec mon mari doigté ma chatte, j’espère que vous ne direz rien sur moi caressant la bite de mon mari et peut-être lui faire jouir.” “Along with my husband fingering my pussy, I hope you won’t say anything about me stroking his cock and possibly making him cum.”