I’d imagined this moment so many times, but I never expected her to slip her soft hand down into my trousers on our first date, which felt oh so delightful, however it was also shockingly dirty and it made me realize that she was going to be trouble. She told me to relax and enjoy this with a wicked grin on her face. I had no clue what a hot little girl she was until she got me off, reaching her hand under the table when we were in that public restaurant. I was totally unprepared when she got frisky in such a scandalous place and she made me blush as I exploded while our waitress was watching. I had to compliment her on the contagious enthusiasm that she put into her work, and I appreciated her cleaning that big messy load off of me, which she seemed to take such pleasure in creating. That was very risqué and although it made me feel horny and bold, that moment of excitement should never have happened, as the wild filth and obscenity of this indecent public act got stuck in my brain and I had trouble processing what just happened. This seemed to go beyond all bounds of modesty. It was a fetish for her to have other people see us while she was getting me off and these sinful acts turned me into a beast. I realized that there were so many other sex things that we could be doing, but if this is what she likes, I am fine with it and I am not complaining.
Written for Fandango’s Story Starter #3.