Under Mr Nolan's bed

“Here goes!” She popped the whole thing into her mouth and began to chew. I watched, waiting for her to grab her napkin and spit it out, but she didn’t.

She looked up at him in surprise. “Hey, that’s good!” He nodded, looking pleased, and he said to Mr. Nolan. “I’ll return in a moment with your next course.”

“Try it.” Mr. Nolan picked his up and put it into his mouth.

I didn’t want to disappoint him, so I put it into my mouth, chewing quickly and grabbing for my water, but it wasn’t half as bad as I imagined it would be.

The sour cream and salmon made a lovely texture together on my tongue.

“How many courses did he say?” I saw him coming back with another tray of plates.

“Twenty-four,” Erica said dreamily, her chin resting in her hand.

“We’re going to be here all night!” I exclaimed, glancing at Mr. Nolan.

“I hope so,” Erica agreed, sitting up straighter as Charles approached.

“Anticipation,” Mr. Nolan whispered into my ear, his hand slipping its way up the outside of my thigh this time.

“Your second course is a two-toned spiral of paper-thin cucumber with a layer of dehydrated mango inside.” Charles whisked away our empty plates and set down new ones with one appetizer on each.

“They must have to wash a lot of dishes,” I whispered to Mr. Nolan and he chuckled.

Erica had already popped it into her mouth. “Mmmm! It’s like a fruit roll-up!” I laughed, and when I tasted it, the flavor was mellow and sweet and quite good.

“Expensive fruit roll-up.” Mr. Nolan shook his head at Erica when Charles left again, off to get our third course.

“Hey, what can I say?” Erica shrugged, sipping her wine. “That’s my frame of reference.”

“I suppose that’s my fault,” he remarked, leaning over and kissing her cheek. “I probably fed you too much Kraft macaroni and not enough brie.”

“How many courses again?” I sighed, nudging him under the table with my foot.

He smiled back at me, leaning in to whisper, “None of this tastes as good as you do.”

“Here he comes!” Erica turned in her seat and crossed her legs, so her dress rode up high on her thigh. I saw both Charles and Mr. Nolan glance at her hemline, so while Erica listened with rapt attention as the waiter talked about snap peas and yuba and lemon puree, I slid my hand over Mr. Nolan’s thigh.

He shifted in his seat as I used my nails to scratch lightly over the thin material of his trousers, inching up his leg. His body stiffened when I edged between his thighs, my fingers walking up his zipper under the table. There was no tablecloth to hide what I was doing, but the lights were relatively dim.

“What did you think of that one?” Mr. Nolan asked Erica, clearing his throat as Charles left to retrieve the next course.

“Yummy!” she said. “Did you see that little air-filled pillow thingie they were floating on? That was so cool! Totally Star Trek!”

“Yeah, we’re eating tribbles next.” I smiled as my fingers traced Mr.

Nolan’s growing length through his pants. Just feeling him get hard made my panties damp, and I found that sweet, sensitive ridge and rubbed it through the material.

“Leah,” Mr. Nolan’s voice was lower, a little more strained, and I petted him there a little faster, pressing harder. “What… what do think?”

“Who can say no to a gourmet meal?” I smiled, using my thumb there now, back and forth, imagining my tongue there and wondering if he was, too.

“Better than fast food!” Erica exclaimed, straining to see toward the kitchen.

“But I don’t have any objection to fast food…” I leaned over to murmur into Mr. Nolan’s ear, squeezing his cock hard enough that he made a low noise in his throat. Erica was still turned, waiting for Charles to reappear, and I took advantage of the opportunity, my breasts spilling over the top of my dress as I pressed myself against Mr. Nolan and whispered into his ear. “Or a fast fuck.” His eyes widened as Charles reappeared with our next course. Erica was flirting with him again, asking him about the strange-shaped concoction on the plate, but I wasn’t really listening. My hand was working over the bulge in Mr.

Nolan’s trousers, up and down the hard length of him. His hand slipped over the top of my leg, heading between my thighs, and I opened my legs for his probing fingers, biting my lip as he reached the damp crotch of my panties.

I smiled at Charles and murmured a thank you as he set my plate down while Mr. Nolan’s fingers pet my pussy through my panties, rubbing my swollen lips through the material. His cock was throbbing under my hand, straining against the material.

“Oh Charles, this is fantastic!” Erica exclaimed and he smiled, moving towards her. She tilted her face up to him, motioning for him to lean in so she could talk to him.

I leaned over and nuzzled Mr. Nolan’s ear and neck. “Meet me by the bathrooms.”

“Leah…” He met my eyes, his finger nudging my panties aside and sliding between my lips. I rocked my hips, urging him inside, while I pressed his cock in a slow rhythm, squeeze, release, squeeze, release.