Kimmie continues her hot series with this new installment. Without any ado: here's Kimmie!
Dirty Little Secret, part thirty-four
He chuckled at her wide eyes and flushed face. “You know I’d do it, don’t you?” he asked, smiling.
She stared at him, not answering. She really didn’t know what he’d do, but standing up with her crotch exposed in a restaurant full of people was not something on which she was willing to take a chance. She kept her eyes on him.
“Good girl,” he said, as the server delivered a basket of bread to the table. “Bread?” he asked.
She looked at the small, plump loaves, about the size of a fat kosher dill. Her heart stopped. He wouldn’t! Bread? She panicked. Oh dear god, what was he about to do with the bread? Why did he ask if she wanted bread? Oh no, oh no no no, she thought. No bread. Please, no bread.
He released her shoulders from under his arm and pulled his fingers from her crotch. Still staring into her terror-stricken eyes, he rested his elbow on the table and slowly licked one finger at a time. Logically, she knew that anyone who happened to be looking that way would merely see a happy customer, licking a smudge of errant butter or perhaps some sauce or olive oil off his fingers.
She knew what it was, though. She knew that the taste he was happily sucking off of his two middle fingers as he stared straight into her eyes was her. He chuckled as he grabbed a napkin. “Oh, I’m sorry, did you want some?” he asked, holding his hand out to her.
She shook her head, turning away as he laughed again. He must be crazy. She couldn’t relax. She had no idea how she was going to eat when the meals arrived. She was too aware of her skirt still piled on her lap, her bare legs within sight of anyone who leaned just a little further over the table than usual, her wet panties just inches from the tablecloth and his hand, which was now dipping into the bread basket.
She turned her head back to watch him take one of the tiny loaves and place it on his plate. He looked at it, looked at her, then back at the loaf. Her heart started to beat faster. He picked it up in one hand and hefted it, raising an eyebrow at her, still smiling. Her heart thudded. He lifted it to his nose, inhaling deeply. He turned the bread in his hand until the fingers he had just been licking where under his nose. He drew in a long, deep breath, grabbing her thigh hard with the other hand.
She thought her heart was going to beat out of her chest.