Chapter 394. A Heart-Pounding Day Together with My Girlfriend: A Very Dangerous Game Under the Table. (5/5)
Her right hand slid down my right arm until she interlocked her fingers between mine and pressed it against her abdomen. She pulled her head back revealing the mischievous grin on her face as she pulled my hand lower over her black tank top until the tips of my fingers reached the lining of her blue mini jeans.
“Okay, I get it. I’ll feed you,” I whispered back in a panic.
“Too late~,” she whispered flirtatiously.
My hand slipped completely under making direct contact with the smooth supple skin between her legs. The tips of my index and middle fingers touched upon something wet. Rosa’s left inner elbow hooked around my upper right arm. Her eyes shut closed right as she pressed the side of her balled-up index finger against her lips and she pushed my fingers into the slippery scorching hot slit between her legs.
“Mmm~” She rested the side of her head on my right shoulder.
Her lips parted open as steamy breaths leaked out of her mouth and rolled down my neck to my chest. I picked up a wonton and plugged her mouth with it.
She opened her dreamy eyes when she felt the fried wonton on her lips. Her mouth opened further until the fried wonton was fully enveloped and disappeared.
She chewed it carefully while she simultaneously used my hand to get herself off. Since it was better to get this over with quickly, I started to move my hand. The longer we were in this position the more dangerous it was. Resisting was counterproductive at this point and would draw more eyes than it was worth. There were times where you just had to go with the flow and this was one of those times.
Rosa was in the mood and nothing would stop her when she got like this. She wanted physical intimacy.
When she realized I was finally cooperating, she released my right hand and removed hers from under the lining of her mini jeans. I continued to thrust my fingers in and out even without her forcing me to.
It’s not that I didn’t want Rosa to feel good, I was just reluctant to do this sort of thing out in public. It was a crime after all. I didn’t like breaking the law, but... I guess I didn’t have the right to say that considering how I’d been breaking my fair share of laws these days.
“Mmm~ it’s sho good~ this wonton. Ish better than the first one I had,” Rosa’s words were slurred and loud enough for others to hear. My fingers even cramped up inside her because I was terrified someone would catch onto what was really going on here.
When I paused, Rosa picked up a wonton from the plate and raised it to my mouth
“Open wide~ I’ll feed you too. It tastes even better when you’re fed it by someone else.”
Helpless, I opened my mouth and took the wonton in whole. Rosa stuck her index finger inside my mouth, it was wet. I could taste something mixed into the wonton. It didn’t taste bad by any means, rather, it tasted quite good. I suppose this was what they called the taste of a woman. Or maybe it was that nail polish of hers. No, she probably had something like this in mind when she went to the washroom and removed it when she was washing her hands earlier.
Since my tongue didn’t feel numb, I was led to believe that was the case. As for her razor-sharp fingernail, she’d been careful not to poke my tongue or inside my mouth with it. She only rubbed the smooth skin of her index finger against my tongue.
“How does it taste?” Rosa slowly pulled her finger out and dragged it down from my lower lip to my chin.
“It tastes good.”
She bit her lower lip and smiled slyly when my fingers’ movement resumed. She opened her mouth again waiting for me to return the favor.
I picked up one more wonton and pushed the wonton into her mouth. She licked and sucked on my index finger. Her eyes were misted up and not fully in focus.
Whenever she breathed out through her nose I felt the hot air on the back of my fingers. Electric tingles rolled down my arm in waves originating from my finger inside her mouth.
Just who is the devil here? I couldn’t help but question that.
When I removed my finger from inside her mouth she picked up the next wonton from the plate and fed it to me again. This time her hand was unsteady when she raised it and her breathing was more strained and hurried.
I could tell she was close. The way she was sucking my finger in below made it obvious.
When I pushed the final wonton into her mouth, her teeth bit down into my finger.
“Mmmmm~! I can’t~ id really ish too good~!”
Her eyes shut halfway and rolled back as her body trembled uncontrollably. Powerful contractions squeezed down on my fingers inside her. Her soft thighs clamped down firmly on my hand as her right leg unconsciously raised up a bit and crossed over her left, locking my right hand securely in place. Her grip was intense to the point I couldn’t budge an inch. She wouldn’t let me pull it out until she was finished.
After thirty seconds, her body finally relaxed. She leaned her full weight on me.
Without thinking she reached for the platter only to realize there weren’t any wontons remaining.
“Whaaat~, we finished so fast?”
It was hard to tell whether she meant the wontons or fooling around.
“You really ate them up.”
“You had just as many as meee~.”
“At least I noticed we ate them all unlike a certain someone having a foodgasm. Did you watch too many episodes of Food Wars?”
“Food Wars? What’s that?”
“An anime that is the perfect embodiment of you eating these fried wontons.”
“Never seen it.”
“If you watch it I’m sure you’ll immediately understand what I’m talking about.”
“Haha, I’ll check it out then.”
The table behind us had been pretty quiet for a while now. When my focus returned to our surroundings, I peeked over my shoulder and noticed the group seated behind us had awkward expressions on their faces.
“See, I called it, I told you they were together.” One of the three boys finally spoke up and whispered amongst their group.
It didn’t seem the boys in the group knew what we’d really done just now, but our overly affectionate public display of affection had definitely left them feeling uncomfortable.
As for the girl, our eyes had momentarily met for a second before she hurriedly averted them. She had a light blush on her cheeks, her face was slightly red. There was no way she saw from her angle, but did the sounds Rosa made during the act give us away? Maybe the way Rosa’s body reacted made it too obvious to her since she was a girl. Or was it maybe pheromones? One of those things where other girls could instinctively tell what was really going on.
Well… now that the deed had already been done, there was no longer any evidence. Somehow… we hadn’t been caught.
My hand retreated from the confines of Rosa’s mini jeans. Only after that was I able to breathe out a sigh of relief and relax. This time for sure, with her satisfied, it was over… for now. The next two weeks… would definitely be eventful.
A few minutes later, the waitress exited the kitchen with a large round black tray with several dishes in hand. She approached our table and said with a professional smile, “Your food’s all here. Please do enjoy.” She placed them down on our table one by one before she headed off in a hurry again to another table after I thanked her.
As the only waitress on the floor, there wasn’t a moment of rest for her it seemed.
“The food looks good,” Rosa complimented.
“Just because it looks good doesn’t mean it tastes good,” I grumbled aloud, unconvinced.
“The smell alone is pretty convincing by itself if you ask me.”
“Smell is a scam. The only thing that really matters is how it tastes.”
“Coming from the guy who only ate unhealthy frozen TV dinners every night. Sounds more like the price is what you really care about.”
Rosa shoved a fork with some of the fried rice in my mouth and asked, “Well? Tastes good, doesn’t it?”
When the taste of the rice sank in, I cursed internally.
“No, it doesn’t taste good at all. The food you cook is better.”
“Hehe, is that so?”
“Yeah.”
“Liar, you just don’t want to admit you were wrong. But you still get some points for choosing my food.”
The two of us enjoyed the rest of our meal together. We ate everything without leaving anything behind.
When we finished all the dishes Rosa ordered dessert, a chocolate fudge Sunday that we shared.
After dessert, we got the bill and Rosa paid. She was in a really good mood so she left a decent tip for the waitress. After the tip, altogether she’d spent $90 on this meal. My heart bled a bit from the price, but at least she’d been correct about the restaurant. All the dishes were quite tasty. In the end, the two of us left satisfied with the food.
Chapter 394. A Heart-Pounding Day Together with My Girlfriend: A Very Dangerous Game Under the Table. (5/5)
Her right hand slid down my right arm until she interlocked her fingers between mine and pressed it against her abdomen. She pulled her head back revealing the mischievous grin on her face as she pulled my hand lower over her black tank top until the tips of my fingers reached the lining of her blue mini jeans.
“Okay, I get it. I’ll feed you,” I whispered back in a panic.
“Too late~,” she whispered flirtatiously.
My hand slipped completely under making direct contact with the smooth supple skin between her legs. The tips of my index and middle fingers touched upon something wet. Rosa’s left inner elbow hooked around my upper right arm. Her eyes shut closed right as she pressed the side of her balled-up index finger against her lips and she pushed my fingers into the slippery scorching hot slit between her legs.
“Mmm~” She rested the side of her head on my right shoulder.
Her lips parted open as steamy breaths leaked out of her mouth and rolled down my neck to my chest. I picked up a wonton and plugged her mouth with it.
She opened her dreamy eyes when she felt the fried wonton on her lips. Her mouth opened further until the fried wonton was fully enveloped and disappeared.
She chewed it carefully while she simultaneously used my hand to get herself off. Since it was better to get this over with quickly, I started to move my hand. The longer we were in this position the more dangerous it was. Resisting was counterproductive at this point and would draw more eyes than it was worth. There were times where you just had to go with the flow and this was one of those times.
Rosa was in the mood and nothing would stop her when she got like this. She wanted physical intimacy.
When she realized I was finally cooperating, she released my right hand and removed hers from under the lining of her mini jeans. I continued to thrust my fingers in and out even without her forcing me to.
It’s not that I didn’t want Rosa to feel good, I was just reluctant to do this sort of thing out in public. It was a crime after all. I didn’t like breaking the law, but... I guess I didn’t have the right to say that considering how I’d been breaking my fair share of laws these days.
“Mmm~ it’s sho good~ this wonton. Ish better than the first one I had,” Rosa’s words were slurred and loud enough for others to hear. My fingers even cramped up inside her because I was terrified someone would catch onto what was really going on here.
When I paused, Rosa picked up a wonton from the plate and raised it to my mouth
“Open wide~ I’ll feed you too. It tastes even better when you’re fed it by someone else.”
Helpless, I opened my mouth and took the wonton in whole. Rosa stuck her index finger inside my mouth, it was wet. I could taste something mixed into the wonton. It didn’t taste bad by any means, rather, it tasted quite good. I suppose this was what they called the taste of a woman. Or maybe it was that nail polish of hers. No, she probably had something like this in mind when she went to the washroom and removed it when she was washing her hands earlier.
Since my tongue didn’t feel numb, I was led to believe that was the case. As for her razor-sharp fingernail, she’d been careful not to poke my tongue or inside my mouth with it. She only rubbed the smooth skin of her index finger against my tongue.
“How does it taste?” Rosa slowly pulled her finger out and dragged it down from my lower lip to my chin.
“It tastes good.”
She bit her lower lip and smiled slyly when my fingers’ movement resumed. She opened her mouth again waiting for me to return the favor.
I picked up one more wonton and pushed the wonton into her mouth. She licked and sucked on my index finger. Her eyes were misted up and not fully in focus.
Whenever she breathed out through her nose I felt the hot air on the back of my fingers. Electric tingles rolled down my arm in waves originating from my finger inside her mouth.
Just who is the devil here? I couldn’t help but question that.
When I removed my finger from inside her mouth she picked up the next wonton from the plate and fed it to me again. This time her hand was unsteady when she raised it and her breathing was more strained and hurried.
I could tell she was close. The way she was sucking my finger in below made it obvious.
When I pushed the final wonton into her mouth, her teeth bit down into my finger.
“Mmmmm~! I can’t~ id really ish too good~!”
Her eyes shut halfway and rolled back as her body trembled uncontrollably. Powerful contractions squeezed down on my fingers inside her. Her soft thighs clamped down firmly on my hand as her right leg unconsciously raised up a bit and crossed over her left, locking my right hand securely in place. Her grip was intense to the point I couldn’t budge an inch. She wouldn’t let me pull it out until she was finished.
After thirty seconds, her body finally relaxed. She leaned her full weight on me.
Without thinking she reached for the platter only to realize there weren’t any wontons remaining.
“Whaaat~, we finished so fast?”
It was hard to tell whether she meant the wontons or fooling around.
“You really ate them up.”
“You had just as many as meee~.”
“At least I noticed we ate them all unlike a certain someone having a foodgasm. Did you watch too many episodes of Food Wars?”
“Food Wars? What’s that?”
“An anime that is the perfect embodiment of you eating these fried wontons.”
“Never seen it.”
“If you watch it I’m sure you’ll immediately understand what I’m talking about.”
“Haha, I’ll check it out then.”
The table behind us had been pretty quiet for a while now. When my focus returned to our surroundings, I peeked over my shoulder and noticed the group seated behind us had awkward expressions on their faces.
“See, I called it, I told you they were together.” One of the three boys finally spoke up and whispered amongst their group.
It didn’t seem the boys in the group knew what we’d really done just now, but our overly affectionate public display of affection had definitely left them feeling uncomfortable.
As for the girl, our eyes had momentarily met for a second before she hurriedly averted them. She had a light blush on her cheeks, her face was slightly red. There was no way she saw from her angle, but did the sounds Rosa made during the act give us away? Maybe the way Rosa’s body reacted made it too obvious to her since she was a girl. Or was it maybe pheromones? One of those things where other girls could instinctively tell what was really going on.
Well… now that the deed had already been done, there was no longer any evidence. Somehow… we hadn’t been caught.
My hand retreated from the confines of Rosa’s mini jeans. Only after that was I able to breathe out a sigh of relief and relax. This time for sure, with her satisfied, it was over… for now. The next two weeks… would definitely be eventful.
A few minutes later, the waitress exited the kitchen with a large round black tray with several dishes in hand. She approached our table and said with a professional smile, “Your food’s all here. Please do enjoy.” She placed them down on our table one by one before she headed off in a hurry again to another table after I thanked her.
As the only waitress on the floor, there wasn’t a moment of rest for her it seemed.
“The food looks good,” Rosa complimented.
“Just because it looks good doesn’t mean it tastes good,” I grumbled aloud, unconvinced.
“The smell alone is pretty convincing by itself if you ask me.”
“Smell is a scam. The only thing that really matters is how it tastes.”
“Coming from the guy who only ate unhealthy frozen TV dinners every night. Sounds more like the price is what you really care about.”
Rosa shoved a fork with some of the fried rice in my mouth and asked, “Well? Tastes good, doesn’t it?”
When the taste of the rice sank in, I cursed internally.
“No, it doesn’t taste good at all. The food you cook is better.”
“Hehe, is that so?”
“Yeah.”
“Liar, you just don’t want to admit you were wrong. But you still get some points for choosing my food.”
The two of us enjoyed the rest of our meal together. We ate everything without leaving anything behind.
When we finished all the dishes Rosa ordered dessert, a chocolate fudge Sunday that we shared.
After dessert, we got the bill and Rosa paid. She was in a really good mood so she left a decent tip for the waitress. After the tip, altogether she’d spent $90 on this meal. My heart bled a bit from the price, but at least she’d been correct about the restaurant. All the dishes were quite tasty. In the end, the two of us left satisfied with the food.
