Hugh and Trina stopped for dinner at a local Marie Callenders restaurant with which they were both familiar. Filling with dread, Trina realized that the owner and some of the employees knew both her, and her husband, well. How would she explain to them that Jon was condoning her being with this man, with her breasts almost naked? Did she want all these people to know that? She dreaded being found out, discovered as to her true intentions with this man.
As she sat there beside Hugh in his car for a few seconds, she felt that new, unfamiliar sensation in her abdomen, the feeling of being mysteriously stimulated by fluttering butterflies. Again her nipples hardened into sensitive points of presence.
Hugh got out of the car and opened Trina’s door for her. Just after she swung her shapely legs out to stand up, she realized that Hugh had surely seen, and two men standing nearby had probably seen, her nakedness under her skirt. An electric shiver ran down her spine, ending with a pulse at her previously anonymous clittie.
She had trouble breathing normally as Hugh guided her toward the front door of the restaurant. She felt a wet droplet land on her right thigh, then a few steps later she noticed that her thighs seemed to glide by each other as she walked.
The fluttering butterflies in her belly seemed to be getting more rowdy.
Hugh requested and received a table near the back of the restaurant. He pulled her chair out for her, and then, just as she was sitting down, raised the back of her dress. Her bare bottom and the lips of her kitty were assaulted by the cold fake leather of the air-conditioned room.
Trina gasped, sucking in her breath, arching her back, her eyes closing as she assimilated what had just happened. She didn’t dare raise up and press her skirt back into place. Nor did she want to feel the sinfully erotic sensation of her bare flesh pressed against the intimate touches of the seat that others had sat upon only minutes before.
Three gentlemen sitting directly across from their table were staring at her perky nipples. Looking down, she could see their peaks lewdly pointing invitingly toward the men. She furtively watched them elbowing each other and nodding toward her. She blushed bright with shame, and a secret excitement.
For the first time in her life, she wished she could brusquely touch herself and command her body to stop feeling these sinful pleasures.
Hugh sat down beside her. He ordered for her, a salad with no croutons, French Dressing, and a cup of French onion soup.
She looked at Hugh oddly, then realized her husband had probably clued Hugh in on what she liked to eat. In her heart of hearts, she thought that she was owed such fealty.
After Hugh had ordered, he looked sternly at her and told her to spread her legs open and give the three men a view of her nakedness. Trina blushed furiously and shook her head “NO!”
Hugh put his hand in his lap. Suddenly a sharp sting shocked her inner thighs. Involuntarily she jerked her thighs apart, her hands frantically searching for what had shocked her vulnerability.
The men’s eyes widened to the size of dinner plates as they drank in the ethereal vision of the beautiful woman’s naked cunt. Their cocks spontaneously sprang to attention.
Trina slowly calmed down, then suddenly realized her pussy was being caressed by the men’s star-filled, worshiping eyes. She slammed her legs back together.
Hugh chuckled silently as he watched the woman squirm slightly in her seat, trying to scratch the itch that was growing in her nether regions.
After a few minutes, one of the men got up and went to the men’s room. He was gone for only a few minutes. When he came back, he passed closely by the table behind where Trina was seated. He walked slowly trying to be inconspicuous. He peered longingly through the corner of his eyes, hoping for a glimpse of the beautiful sexy woman’s obviously erect nipples that lounged behind the gaping blouse she wore so self consciously.
Suddenly his eyes widened, and his mouth formed into an “O”. Everyone except Trina could see him staring at her exposed breasts, all the way down to the ruby red surrounding her nipples that graced the delectable tips of her firm perfect orbs.
Trina’s subconscious slowly realized that her body was again being worshiped. She glanced back over her shoulder for a fraction of a second, just long enough to see the man staring open mouthed at her breasts.
Trina, blushing, pretended not to notice. Instead she shrugged slightly, allowing the blouse to loosen further, and her beauty to be fully exposed. She could feel the wetness flooding her channel. She shivered with lewd excitement, and decided she liked the feeling.
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