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Bella's fantasy - true story.
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Before I knew it Fella was on his knees and I was having difficulty concentrating on what the waiter was asking me.
Wait, let me start at the beginning. A few years ago Fella and I were dining in a very nice London restaurant. A place where, even when it's busy, you feel like the only people there. Attention to detail exquisite. Furnishings you want to stroke. Service impeccable. Anyway, it was a quiet visit and we were seated at a circular booth large enough for 6 people to dine. The sommelier poured our wine and I had no idea that one of my fantasies was about to be fulfilled. |
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As always we were having a great time and Fella was recalling one of our early dates, a favourite memory for both of us. To summarise, I had shown up at a restaurant with a short skirt and no knickers and persuaded him to insert the handle of the knife he was using into my pussy.
Thinking about it now was making my pussy wet. As I was reminding him, in detail, of an unfulfilled fantasy of mine the waiter arrived with our first plate. If he overheard the words 'til I soak your face' he showed no evidence of it. |
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Fella thought today would be the perfect time to turn the fantasy into reality and before I knew it he was under the table. He pulled me forward so that I was perched on the edge of the seating. Pushed my long flowy skirt up over my knees to rest at the top of my thighs. I felt his hands run over my stockings pausing where the stocking tops ended and my smooth skin began. My pussy was throbbing, a soft moan escaped him as he realised I was already wet. He pushed his nose into my wet knickers and inhaled. He hooked his fingers either side of the delicate satin and I wiggled my hips from side to side to allow him to remove them. As he began to bury his face in the heat of my pussy I placed my hands on the table, fingers splayed, simultaneously feeling the sensation of the expensive tablecloth and the gentle sucking on my clit. |
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I looked around the dining room. Mainly tables of business people in suits, one group of stylishly dressed ladies and another couple. Some of them definitely had a clear view to my face and this made my nipples harden under my silk top. Fella had parted my wet lips with his fingers and his tongue alternated between fucking me and flicking against my clit. The waiter came to remove our plates and asked whether I had enjoyed it. As he waited for my reply I couldn't tell if his smile was from the sight of my very obvious nipples or not. He said the next course would arrive when we were both seated. |
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I removed one of my hands from the table and placed it on Fellas head. He used his tongue to lick the whole length of my pussy, my legs giving a little shudder as he reached the top. He slowly repositioned my skirt and returned to his seat. Smiling, he used his thumb to wipe my juices from his lips and chin and sucked them off. He was admiring my nipples as the next plate arrived. Fella told the waiter it smelt amazing and the waiter responded with "Intoxicating, Sir". |
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We ate and I enjoyed every sensation. The feeling of my top as the material lay over my breasts, the tightness of my nipples, the smoothness of the fork as I pulled it out after each mouthful, my juices making the tops of my thighs slippy. I was having a full sensory experience and I fucking loved it. All I wanted was for Fella to be back under that table. Of course he knew this and he was going to make me wait. Knowing that once he was there I'd be ready to explode. |
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Over the next few courses our waiter continued to give us excellent service with Fella reckoning that he definitely knew what had been going on between us, though I still wasn't sure. We requested more wine and the sommelier returned offering something he thought would match well with our next course. Before he left, he bent down beside me and stood with my napkin in his hand. As he went to get a new one Fella said it would've been super hot if there'd been no tablecloth and he could see my wet pussy. The sommelier returned and placed a fresh napkin in my lap before moving to other guests. I looked down at the table and gasped. My knickers were next to my wine glass. I told Fella off for being so obvious but he swore it wasn't him. "Must have been when he picked up your napkin, I dare you to leave them there for the rest of the meal" |
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The final course arrived and my anticipation rose. The waiter paused slightly before placing my desert down right next to my wet knickers. I'm pretty sure the back of his hand lightly pressed against them. He looked directly at Fella as he said "this will explode in your mouth, it's a true taste sensation. Enjoy"
I finally agreed with Fella that he must know. This turned us both on even more. I was aching to feel Fellas face between my thighs and readily parted them and lifted my skirt hoping that it would be soon. Fella, wasn't much of a desert lover and after a taste he returned to his position under the table. I slowly savoured every mouthful as he devoured my pussy. |
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I could feel Fella push his fingers inside me, I used the spoon in my mouth to slightly soften my moans as he brought me closer to cumming. I was so wet and so horny I pushed my pussy harder into his face. He knew I was getting closer. His fingers slid out and I could feel his tongue darting and lapping as he used his thumb to press against my pronounced clit. I looked around the restaurant wondering if anyone else could tell what was happening. I couldn't hold back any longer and squirted my juices into his grateful mouth. As he lapped and slurped the waiter appeared by my side, I was desperately trying not shudder and moan. He looked at Fellas barely touched plate then back to me. I could feel my body heat. My breath making my chest rise and fall heavily making my nipples even more of a show. The moment seemed to last for minutes but was probably just seconds. "I hope Sir is enjoying his dessert". |
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At this point I knew there was no point pretending. "Oh he is, hope you've enjoyed the show" I smiled. "We most definitely have" he replied, nodding his head towards the sommelier who nodded back. I have no idea how I controlled the moan that wanted to escape as I climaxed again. Fellas hands gripped the tops of my thighs so tightly and I knew his cock would be rock hard, glistening with his precum, as he listened under the table. I was aching to be fucked, I needed Fellas cock so badly. When he'd finished cleaning me up. I told him we needed to fuck in the toilets because I couldn't wait any longer. He hastily beckoned over the waiter to pay. As he thanked Fella for the generous tip he simultaneously picked up my knickers, that were still on the table, and looked at me for approval. "Totally worth it" I said and he deftly slipped them into his trouser pocket. |
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Thanks if you took time to read. I know some of you that messaged wanted me to end up getting fucked by the waiter but I've kept it true to the reality. I do think about what became of my knickers though  |
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"Thanks if you took time to read. I know some of you that messaged wanted me to end up getting fucked by the waiter but I've kept it true to the reality. I do think about what became of my knickers though "
. Fantastic story |
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