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 Getaway Part III It was our last night together, we made a promise to each
other that we would actually have a nice dinner together outside the hotel
room.  Now we were fulfilling that promise.  We went to a nice French
restaurant where black ties were the rule, not the exception.  She had a
stunning teal dress on.  It didn't hide the fact that she had a nice body,
but it did leave it up to the imagination as to how good it was.  We were
seated in a secluded booth.  We were given our menus and looked over them.
She lowered her menu and leaned toward the table giving me a look at those
perfect breasts.  "I don't know what I want; I think I might just have
dessert." She said with a wry little smile.  Just then I felt her foot
gliding up my leg.  Her ass wiggled in her seat as she moved her foot
higher and higher until she was massaging me through my slacks.  She never
broke eye contact as she felt me begin to harden.  She traced the outline
of my dick through the slacks and began to slowly rub up and down.  Now
slacks look very nice when worn, but they aren't good at hiding a raging
hard-on.  By now my cock was sticking straight up in the air.  I took a
quick glance around the restaurant to see if anyone noticed what she was
doing.  I came to the conclusion that the table cloth was blocking any view
that someone could have had.  Fine, I can play this game too.  I slipped my
shoe off and began tracing up her stocking clad leg to her knee, then past
her knee to her thigh.  The stockings stopped here and I could now feel her
cool skin.  I could feel her legs part as I tried to gain access to her
womanhood.  As my toes moved higher, they brushed up against something warm
and slightly damp.  That's when I realized she wasn't wearing any
underwear. Using my big toe to guide me, I traced her lips up to her clit.
I brushed past her clit trying desperately to feel that patch of hair that
is there, but it wasn't there.  SHE HAD SHAVED IT OFF!  That explained why
she took so long in the shower before we came to the restaurant.  I brought
my toe back down and ran it between her lips, coating it with her juices. I
moved it down to her opening as if I were going to fuck her, but then
pushed it all the way to the top and pushed hard on her clit.

   She caught her breath and for the first time broke eye contact, closing
her eyes.  I began gently rubbing her clit as it got harder and harder
under my toes.

   Pretty soon her hips started rocking back and forth with the rhythm I
had set.  Occasionally I would stop, causing her to open her eyes in shock;
then I mashed down on her clit as a small moan escaped her lips.

   As I saw our food coming out of the kitchen I picked up the pace and the
pressure.

   Her breathing was erratic now and her hips were definitely moving to my
rhythm.

   As she neared her climax the waiter was getting closer and closer to our
table.

   When she finally came she gripped the sides of the table and shot her
hips forward jamming my toe hard onto her stiff clit.

   As she came down from her high she noticed the waiter was standing
there, staring at her.  I don't think he could believe what he had just
seen.  It was obvious by his erect penis that he enjoyed what he saw.

   Her face instantly flushed and it spread down her low cut dress to her
breasts, until her entire upper torso was a nice shade of red.

   "Can I get a doggy bag for that please?" I said with a smile pointing at
our plates.  I said it nonchalantly as if nothing had happened.  The waiter
just sat there and looked at me.  "Y..Y., sir" He managed to sputter as he
regained his composure.  "I'll just be a minute." "Hurry back," she said
"I'm thinking about dessert."

   We both saw the waiter swallow hard, turn and went to go get our orders
to go.

   We turned to each other and smiled.

   "I want more" She said, with a big grin on her face.

   With a devilish smile I said, "You can have all you want, once we get
out of here."

   We left the restaurant before the waiter could return with our food.  We
just couldn't control ourselves anymore.  We made it out to the parking lot
before desire overcame us and our hormones took over.