Chapter 3

I could feel my face becoming flushed, turning a deep red. Dave watched me all the time. His stare was overpowering. He never looked away but continued to stare me down until I melted. This young man could control me. Leaving me mesmerized by his blue eyes as I looked into them, and I was deeply embarrassed at what I was about to do. I like to cheat and play around and love young studs, but to take my panties off in public was something I had never dreamed of doing in the past.

I sat down and could feel my panties sticking to my crotch. I gingerly put one hand under my dress and eased my panties past my butt cheek on the left side, then I did the same on my right. Quickly sliding them down my legs, hoping no one would notice, before kicking them off and letting them rest on the floor. I daren’t look at the other patrons for fear of embarrassment and humiliation.

“Pick them up and lay them neatly on the table in front of you.”

“Please, Dave, don’t make me do this ... It’s so embarrassing.”

“You want my cock, don’t you, slut? Do it.”

I get off big time when my guy talks dirty, and somehow or other, Dave had picked up on that and called me names that excite me. I did as instructed, picked them up, and laid them in front of me. My new bright pink panties were on display for all to see. Leaving me feeling mortified, even more so with the damp patch that was clearly visible in the crotch.

Dave leaned into me, held my face, and kissed me passionately. My hand instinctively went to his cock, and I rubbed his erection through his pants. His right hand gently massaged my left breast before he broke the kiss and kissed down my neck, gently nipping it with his teeth. I threw my head back as he gently nibbled and bit the nape of my neck. His touch was so tender. My arousal was through the roof, my pussy leaking sweet juice onto the seat. I felt overwhelmed by the gentleness of Dave’s touch, especially considering his authoritative tone when he spoke to me, commanding me to do things.

After breaking the kiss and having another drink, Dave said, “Take off your bra.”

I didn’t know what to do. I felt dumbfounded and didn’t know what to do. This young stud was undressing me in public, and I was putty in his hands, following any command he gave me. He could do what he wanted. I knew it was futile trying to argue.

Looking at him, he gave me a beaming smile and a knee-weakening stare, with those dazzling blue eyes breaking down any resistance I had left. Meekly surrendering, I lowered the zip at the back of my dress to where my bra clasp was, unfastened the clasp, sliding the straps off my shoulders and down my arms so I could freely pull my bra out of my dress. I looked at Dave, waiting for his next instruction. I didn’t have to wait long.