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18 Hours of Debauchery – part 2If you missed it, part 1 is here:https://xhamster.com/stories/18-hours-of-debauchery-part-1-9999603DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Perhaps…Chapter 1: Dinner for twoChris had booked a table at an upmarket Gastro Pub with outdoor seating in a walled patio area. I arrived a little early and was shown to the table by a young, twenty-something lady in uniform white blouse with black waistcoat and skirt. The table was at the back of the patio in the left corner with walls behind on two sides. She held the chair for me – one that faced back into the patio toward the other diners. As I sat I saw her glance at my swaying breasts and cleavage. She introduced herself as ‘Julia, your server for the evening’ and took my drinks order with a wonderfully warm smile beneath friendly, dark, sexy eyes. I remember the tingle of my nipples as I gazed into those eyes and had a sudden craving for her to touch and tease my breasts…Julia quickly returned with a glass of house red and I casually looked around at fellow diners, waiting for Chris to arrive. The patio was perhaps half the size of a tennis court with whitewashed walls covered with climbing greenery and flowers from a variety of planters and large pots on the stone and cobble paved ground. There were perhaps 10 or 11 other tables s**ttered throughout seating groups of four to six diners, families with teens and adult groups, all casually but smartly dressed. The chatter and laughter in the warm evening sun provided a friendly, relaxed atmosphere that contrasted with my excitement and nervous anticipation.But there wasn’t long to wait. Chris strode confidently through the tables toward me in his characteristic Calvin Kleins and open-necked white cotton shirt with rolled sleeves, his black hair tousled and swept back as always. He looked in good shape after all these years with friendly crinkles at the corners of his dark, seductively sexy eyes as he smiled and opened his arms in greeting. We hugged as old friends do and he took the seat diagonally opposite me on my right. Julia returned and we placed our orders from the specials board. Chris also ordered a bottle of red. The conversation flowed – friends catching up after years apart, exploring the roller coasters of our experiences. We were finishing our starters and Chris was topping up my fourth glass when I challenged him that he was trying to get me drunk so that he could have his wicked way with me. ‘Heavens, no!’ he cried with a feigned shocked look, ‘Where would be the fun in that? I’m just trying to help you relax so we can play some games.’ He winked. Then leaned in for a long, passionate kiss, our tongues deeply entwined. His left hand was resting on my thigh under the table and began to lightly stroke my stockinged leg. Suddenly Julia was there, ‘Whoops! Sorry to interrupt. Let me take these for you.’ She smiled broadly as she collected starter plates and cutlery, hurrying away again.It was at that point that I realised how exposed we were: Although we were tucked into a corner, we were facing the other diners. The house style included undecorated, rustic, bare, wooden tables without any cloth covering, so there was little to hide any under-table mischief other than a broad cotton napkin. I could feel a cool evening breeze, fresh on my bare crotch, a little more exposed now that my knee-length dress hem had ridden up when sitting. Chris and I kissed again then he whispered ‘You’re bahis şirketleri being far too prim and proper. Loosen your skirt a little and part your legs for me.’ I laughed. But not wishing to spoil our fun, I excused myself and walked back into the pub to find the ladies toilet. Julia asked if I needed help with anything. ‘Not yet, but you might be able to later,’ I smiled with a sideways look. Julia giggled. ‘Boyfriend?’ she asked. I shook my head. ‘Fuck buddy.’ She responded with a silent ‘Oh!’ and a wink.When I returned to the table I saw a fresh bottle of red and another full glass… Chris drew the chair back for me and as I lowered myself to sit I resisted the habit of smoothing the dress skirt under my bottom and just sat with it loosely spread. He noticed and smiled. It was dusk now and the patio walls were illuminated by small colourful lanterns. Julia was moving slowly from table to table adding candles and lighting them. Chris’ fingers were wandering again, caressing my inner thighs in a manner that made my pussy tingle in anticipation for… There! His fingers were drifting delicately through the trimmed hairs of my pussy. I realised then that his wrist had pushed the hem of my skirt high exposing stocking tops and his hand in that most intimate place. We kissed again. From the corner of my eye I saw Julia approaching with a candle for our table and quickly covered up with the napkin. ‘Oh I’m sorry! I seem to be interrupting again!’ she smiled. As she leaned over to light the candle I felt a tug and realised that Chris had pulled the napkin away! I saw Julia glance at my exposed legs and the placement of his hand and smile broadly. And Chris began chatting with her! Some nonsense about the weather and how long she’d been working at the pub, all the while sliding his fingers through my increasingly wet and exposed pussy lips. He found my clitoris and began circling his finger around it as his rambling conversation with Julia continued until I shuddered and let out a whispered gasp. Julia gave me another sideways look, glanced again into my lap and, grinning broadly, excused herself saying she would find out if our next course was ready.I playfully thumped Chris’ arm, hissing ‘Don’t be so naughty! We don’t want to get thrown out!’ Chris laughed. ‘I think Julia’s fine with it. We’ve brightened her dull work day. And besides, I’ve only just started!’ We kissed again and I felt a finger slip into my slick wet cunt. I gasped through the kiss. I saw him throw my napkin into a planter to his right. ‘You won’t be needing that now.’ I took a long, slow gulp of wine, breathing heavily and trying to regain some composure. Glancing around I could see that we were drawing some attention from the other diners. Many looked away when I caught there eye, but one older gentleman smiled and raised his glass to me. Glancing down I realised that uplights at the foot of the patio wall were partly illuminating my exposed legs and stocking tops, and possibly much more! Chris was clearly trying to test my boundaries and inhibitions but I don’t think he understood me well. I don’t think he was aware of my kinky and disruptive persona. And now that I was so hot and horny with what now felt like two of his fingers playing with my cunt in front of this audience I was wondering if I could turn the tables and push him out of his comfort zone…Julia returned with our main course and a side order of cheese-laden garlic bread bahis firmaları that we hadn’t ordered. ‘It’s on the house,’ she explained, ‘a few extra calories to help keep your energy levels up tonight.’ She smiled a knowing smile. ‘And I brought you a fresh napkin too,’ she continued, stepping behind and leaning over me to arrange the napkin on my lap. She made a fuss of smoothing it and her hand briefly dipped beneath it and touched my wet lips with such tenderness – it was electrifying! As she drew away I caught hold of it and held it gently, looking into her eyes, ‘Thank you. I really appreciate your thoughtfulness,’ I smiled. As Julia turned to walk back into the building she licked her finger. It was all done with such skill and flair that Chris didn’t notice!Chris had a side order of seasonal vegetables and I saw an opportunity to spice things up a little more. I asked if he minded sharing them and spiked one of the small, leafy steamed carrots with my fork. But I moved passed my plate and dropped it onto the napkin on my lap. Pausing to sip more wine, with my right hand I slipped the carrot under the napkin and pushed it deep into my juicy cunt so that only a few leaves were visible, then carried on eating, chatting and kissing as if nothing were amiss. Soon, Chris’ wandering hand found the invader. He laughed and we kissed passionately again as he gripped the leaves with his fingers and slowly fucked me with it. Each time he pushed it in his fingers caught my engorged and exposed clit and I gasped and moaned through the kiss. I saw from the corner of my eye that the older gentleman across from us paused as he sipped his after dinner coffee and watched. The lady opposite him, presumably his wife (a slim and glamorous, sixty-something) looked at him puzzled. He cocked his head, gesturing toward us and she turned to look. The range of expressions were priceless! Shock, awe, the ‘surely not!’ face, then a beaming smile. She moved around to sit next to her husband, facing us and I watched her hand drift under the table to stroke his hardening cock. I lifted my napkin away to show them that there was no mistake (!) then pushed Chris’ hand away and slowly withdrew the soaking little carrot. Turning to Chris, as he opened his mouth to speak I popped the carrot in. After the initial shock he sucked and chewed with the most pantomime act as if it were the tastiest morsel in the world. There was laughter to our left and a table of four – two middle-aged couples – were looking at us, raising there glasses as I smiled to them.Julia returned to clear the plates and cutlery again. She looked at Chris ‘Those steamed vegetables are delicious, aren’t they? Would you like to see the dessert menu?’ ‘No thanks,’ Chris replied, ‘The garlic bread was very filling. Thank you but we have other plans for dessert tonight. Just two coffees and the bill, please.’From what I’d observed, many of the other diners were either on my side or just hadn’t noticed how naught Chris and I had been. In a way that was a little disappointing as I was feeling naughty and disruptive. But I wanted to push things further and help Chris to realise that he’s not the only one able to test boundaries when I’m around. I was so seriously hot and horny now! I excused myself, saying that I needed some relief from all of the wine I’d been drinking and took my bag, walking back to the ladies toilet. As it was an upmarket establishment with a higher demographic kaçak bahis siteleri of customers the cubicles were spotlessly clean and well appointed. I placed my bag on a shelf and took off my dress and balcony bra, folding them neatly and squeezing them into the bag. I took the tie-back and clips out of my hair and let it fall to my shoulders. I carefully reapplied my ‘fuck me’ scarlet red lipstick in the mirror. Standing for a moment in only my stockings and shoes I closed my eyes, enjoying the gentle cool breeze caressing my naked skin and chilling my wet thighs. Then with raised adrenaline of fear and excitement I put on the jacket, picked up my bag and strolled casually back through the diners to our table. Chris’ mouth was agape and heads turned to watch me – as the complete slut – in black stockings, heels, black jacket barely covering my bare arse, with a plunging neckline almost to my navel and freely swaying 36DDs beneath. I was so fucking hot that pussy juice slicked my stocking tops and pheromones filled the air; my nipples were bullet-hard and painful. I could vaguely hear clapping and whistling and, glancing up, realised that the patio was overlooked by apartment balconies. A group of young lads were watching and making noise. It took a huge effort of control to remain calm and casual as if nothing was out of the ordinary.Again, Chris drew back my chair for me. Out of courtesy for the venue, because I knew my pussy was leaking uncontrollably I placed the napkin on my seat before sitting. Julia brought our coffees. ‘Love what you’re wearing!’ she beamed. I undid the top button of the jacket letting it fall away from my breasts slightly to give her the perfect ‘down blouse’ look. ‘Thank you,’ I smiled, ‘Glad you like it.’ For the first time that evening Chris was speechless for some time. I leaned toward him and kissed him deeply. His hand wandered into my jacket, cupping my left breast and teasing the nipple with his thumb. I shuddered uncontrollably. ‘Easy Tiger! If my legs tremble any more you’ll have to carry me back to the hotel.’ Without needing to look, the cool breeze across my soaking crotch confirmed that nothing beneath the table was hidden; the jacket had ridden up as I sat to expose upper thighs, stocking tops and trimmed pussy (if I held my legs open – and of course I was!)Chris broke his silence, whispering ‘You insatiable, slutty fucking witch!”Ah, but you started it with your sticky fingers!’ I countered. ‘Besides – you don’t know the half of how wickedly naughty and perverted I can be. Now drink up and lets get going before we get barred!’ We kissed again and this time his fingers returned to my soaking crotch slipping three fingers inside and moving them until I gasped.Chris left cash on the table with a generous tip to cover the bill. We stood, I re-buttoned my jacket and we walked back through the other dinner guests into the pub heading for the exit. Julia was standing close to the door, ‘I’m sure you’re gong to have a wonderful evening.’ She beamed. ‘We certainly are, thanks to your hospitality.’ I could see the landlord behind the bar within earshot ‘and by the way, I seem to have lost one of my earrings. It looks like this one.’ I pointed to my ear and Julia looked puzzled for a moment – she could clearly see I was wearing a matching pair. ‘So…’ I looked at her pointedly and handed her my phone number on a scrap of paper, ‘if you do find it some day, please do call me so that I can arrange to meet you to pick it up.’ There was a momentary pause as the message sank in. ‘OH! Oh yes. I understand. I’m certain that I’ll find it in the next day or two.’ She smiled and winked. ‘Thank you.’To be continued…

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