I paid the bill and we got up from the table. I told her straight-faced that was why I was asking and she looked at me puzzled. She gasped and moaned slightly. Feeling both vulnerable and I assumed also aroused, she sat back down. I watched as her hands moved behind her and I pictured her thumbs hooking into the cotton waistband. She rubbed up and down the length of her pussy, pressing slightly each time her fingers passed the opening. “You love this don’t you?” she asked, already knowing the answer. She reached around and separated the cheeks of her ass and spread her feet apart, given me a wonderful view of her ass and pussy. As she got preoccupied with her orgasm, I took out my iPhone and discreetly snapped a few pictures under the table. We heard some voices off in the corner of the garage but neither of us seemed to care at this point. “You have to earn them,” I said.
