Small victories. You see her face wince with pain. The sun was lighting the street, the weather was great. I quickly moved them on to the chair. She nodded, affirming she had been peeking at us. You slow down sucking on me. Leaving your hand hiding it in plain view. She was just rather plain, and kind of mousy. The poor waitress kneeling was confused, but then as I let my pants fall to the ground she perked up. We would share a order of fries and split a burger. Your leggings are smooth but cotton, so the warmth of my hand lingers after I move it. It was then I had you stand up out of the chair. I had managed to slide my hand between your thighs by this point. So again, down she went and this time took her time. When my lips finally caught your neck, you gasped, just ever so slightly.
