They had shared many dinner together in lovely restaurants, but there was no way anything could compete with the scenery, view and atmosphere of this. It was like something out of a storybook. They sat side-by-side, which was their favorite way to share a romantic meal, perfect for canoodling. The town was lit for the night and seemed to spill down the mountain in front of them, falling right into the sea. Small lights from boats on the ocean reflected on the calm waters, the moon shining brightly above.
He ordered a bottle of rosè prosecco so they could toast to one another and the week ahead. Her lips were soft and greedy and he leaned in for kisses, he could never give her quite enough.
Her breasts seemed to be overflowing from her dress and he had a hard time not staring at the round curves and thinking how hard he could make her nipples with just a touch. She seemed to know exactly what he was thinking and kissed him hard while she slid his hand up her thigh. Her skin was so smooth and he knew she would be wet for him already.
They were in a corner of the restaurant, probably considered the best table for privacy and the wide view, with their backs to the small gathering of people. There were only couples in this romantic spot, the music was soft and lovely and the atmosphere one of sophisticated elegance. You couldn’t hear much more than the hum of the instruments and the clanking of some service, it almost seemed as if they were alone on a high cliff, being served a private meal by their personal wait staff and chef.
They toasted to one another and ordered some small bites to start. Dinner would be a slow and satisfying affair, the joys of eating in Italy were in the ability to linger over your food as much as the food itself. There would be some rustic starter and freshly cold pressed olive oil and bread for dipping which he could feed to her. Every part of their dinner would be an intimate experience, as it was each time they shared a special meal.
As they were talking and drinking and sharing bites, he finally succumbed to running his hand over her breast and down the front of her dress. He was cautious to ensure no waiters were nearby as he generally became nervous, but she arched right into his touch and held his hand to her nipple for a bit before pulling her entire breast out of her dress to offer up to his lips. He couldn’t resist the tight pink nipple begging to be licked and sucked and lengthened. She cradled his head closely to her breast as his tongue made her moan. He only pulled away when he heard footsteps approaching the table.
Underneath the table setting, her hand was exploring the hardening cock in his pants. She didn’t stop when the waiter arrived to refill their wine glasses and smiled sweetly as he hovered over them.
As soon as the waiter walked away, though, she made fast work of pulling his cock out of his loose pants so she could stroke it properly. She had never actually given him a full hand job and asked if this is something he might like, right now. She didn’t wait for his reply before she began the rhythmic stroking of his cock. He was thick and hard, just how she liked him. She was getting more wet by the moment. The waiter was once again approaching, suspecting he was missing out on the action, she thought.
The chose to order some additional small plates to share so they could sample various things and keep their fare simple after such a long day. Both expected to be fucking through the night and no need to leave the restaurant too full. His cock remained hard with her hand stroking him while he ordered. It was easier than he thought to keep a straight face knowing she had him in hand under the table. She made him crazy, he couldn’t resist her, no one could in his opinion.
As the waiter walked away she swung around, sitting atop him. Startled, thinking she was crazy and the whole restaurant was probably watching he asked what she thought she was doing. The words barely left his throat before his cock was sliding deep into her wet pussy. She was slick and warm, he could feel her cum dripping on the side of her thighs. He let her ride him for a moment, she watches over his shoulder to see if anyone was paying attention, but it was so dark, and the area was mostly private, that no one would truly be able to tell what was going on, other than an intimate embrace, a very intimate embrace.
He wanted to get carried away with her, but he couldn’t relax enough for that. He allowed her the thrill for a few more moments and she slid off, pretending to be so sad to make him guilty. She could be so sly, and he was so gullible for that face. But, dinner, first, then her…later.
She was bit stubborn about putting away his cock, but soon they started laughing, drinking and kissing so passionately, that they just enjoyed the promise of the stretch of time in front of them.