Sake, Sushi and Cunnilingus, part 4
We we tackled our meals we had a quiet conversation, which Lori kept turning back to the topic of sex. She was deliberately trying to keep me horny, and made it clear by occasionally reaching over and fondling my cock through my pants. She described how much more intensely she enjoyed the feeling of having her pussy eaten when her hands were tied to the top of the bed, the unbelievable pleasure of feeling the head of my cock pushing through the tight muscles of her anus during first penetration, any topic which she knew would keep me hard, ready, and on the edge.
All the while, we could hear the murmur of other conversations in the booths next to us, and clearly hear the footsteps of waitresses in Geta moving back and forth between the booths, at times so loud I expected the screens to be shoved apart and an attendant to appear.
When Lori was done her meal she pushed her plate aside, picking up her ceramic Sake cup in her right hand and reaching over with her left, undid my zipper and pulled my cock out. She fondled it steadily, alternating pumping it slowly with her fist and tantalizing the tip with light circles of her fingertips. I was nervous, shooting glances at the shoji screens, and worried that I would be visible at the side of the table if someone came to clear away the empty dishes. But I didn't have the willpower to stop her. The pleasure was too intense. Instead, I slid down a bit, trying to hide my groin more under the edge of the table.
Surrendering, I slid a little closer to her, picking up my Sake cup in my left hand, and slid my right over to her thigh. I pushed her dress up until I could see the line of her panties across her smoothly curving hip, and the sight inflamed me. I worked my hand around her tummy and slid it down under the top of her panties until my index and middle fingers found their way to her clit. She was soaking wet with anticipation. I began massaging her clit with small, circular strokes, very lightly, and she smiled at me, her body trembling ever so slightly. Although she kept her composure well, her state was betrayed by the red flushes beginning to show on her neck and cheeks. Lori was one of those women who became blotchy with hot red patches on her skin when orgasm was approaching.
Several times, footsteps grew so loud right outside our booth that I was expecting the screens to be pulled back and snatched my hand away, but they never were. Lori leaned over close and whispered 'I want your tongue on me'.
