Wicked Smiles

Rated R.

She giggled softly as she watched him struggle. Throwing her hair back and relaxing against the booth, she flexed her foot against his cock as she felt him harden beneath her.

He looked at her, eyes questioning as he stroked her leg gently. He was getting more and more turned on, the fact that anyone could see what she was doing was just more of a thrill. He placed an elbow on the table, supporting his head as his eyes drifted shut.

"Fuck" he whispered, only loud enough for her to hear. He heard her giggle again and his body shuddered. It was almost enchanting, letting her lead the way, deciding how much pressure she could place on his cock. He felt her toes grazing the length of him against his jeans and he pushed forward to feel more of her touch.

"Eyes open" she commanded. He struggled to look at her, maintaining the eye contact but he wanted to sink into the pleasure. To be honest, he wanted her to do with him as she wished, as long as she didn't stop touching him. He felt her other foot move into his lap, gently pushing against his balls and he struggled not to moan. How did no one else see this? He was shivering from the pleasure, his control slipping away with every nudge from her foot. She was looking at him the whole time, watching him carefully as a hunter would hunt its prey. He struggled to breathe normally, noticing the couple across from them, their laughter as they celebrated something...everything was normal. Everything but the foot on his cock.

"If you can last 5 more minutes, I'll stop" she taunted him. He was coasting on the edge already, how did she expect him to resist her. His eyes couldn't stay open, he just wanted to come. He needed to come. He heard a small moan, opening his eyes to see her sucking on her finger. "Oh god" he groaned. He wanted it, he wanted to feel her hot, wet mouth on him. The edge was looking more and more appealing. He watched her flick her small, pink tongue against her finger, her mouth forming a smile that promised nothing but sinful desire.

"Try not to make a mess" she said while picking up the straw from her glass and sucking it deep into her mouth. His cock flexed repeatedly, he could feel his balls tightening and he strained against her feet. Pushing forward yet pulling back at the same time. He was past caring who saw, he wanted to come desperately now. He gripped her foot, her toes dancing a frantic rhythm on his cock. As he closed his eyes, he tried not to come, yet feeling even more turned on about the thought of coming in a public place, walking home wet and sticky suddenly appealed to him.

As he felt the control of the impending orgasm slip away, she removed her feet. He opened his eyes, feeling sluggish and he tried to grasp her feet. "Time's up" she announced. His body betrayed him, shuddering as he still rocked off the edge of an orgasm. "But..." he started to protest but felt his words die down in his own throat.

She grinned at him as she put her shoes back on. "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll survive the journey home".

He could only nod, he had never been this turned on before and it was over before he could fully enjoy it.

As she got up from the table, she leaned into him and whispered "Just don't think about fucking my mouth and you'll be okay" as her breath sent tingles down his spine. She laughed, turned and walked away. Noticing her bag on the table, he smiled weakly. Almost as if she left it there on purpose...

He took a deep breath, taking these few moments to get a hold of his hormones. He'd go after her in a few minutes...the chase was on.