" the waiter said softly as if not wanting to break our reverie. The soft sizzle of the plate reminded us of our near starvation as the waiter placed ...the Escargot on the table. Spearing an Escargot with a fork, I reached across the table. Her tongue wrapped enticingly around it, a tiny trail of butter trickled down her chin. She shifted gently in her seat, Her nipples strained against the thin fabric of the chemise as she leaned forward to savor the delicacy. As the waiter cleared away the last. ” Robin stood up, and her boobs bounced slightly when she did, a very sexy sight to Steve. She walked to Steve and quickly pulled his shorts down. He wasn’t wearing underwear, and his erection was nearly at full staff already. “OOOHHH, what have we here? It looks to me like one beautiful dick. What do you think, girls?” As Robin reached out to fondle Steve’s cock, she took one of his hands and guided it to her pussy. He began to rub along her slit, and Robin moaned her approval. More rubbing,. She shifted up in her seat, allowing me to work her skirt up, exposing her bare bottom, and naked pussy, as she wasn't wearing her panties that evening. Our breathing became more labored as I fingered into her wet pussy, feeling the hardened clit, as Jill continued fondling my dick, precum oozing down its head onto her fingers.Jill shifted several times on her hip, working her skirt off her bare butt, exposing more of her brown thighs, and opening her reddening pussy, glistening with desire. . “Is it gone? Can you smell it?”“I’m not sure I’m much of an expert, but...” He sniffed. “You smell like toothpaste and mouthwash. It’s gone.”“That’s the thing, though. It’s not. It never will be.” Without the briefest touch or backward glance she left the apartment, leaving him in her wake of despair.Later, as his own obsession over the morning’s events grew, he discovered something surprising in what she’d done: a gossamer thread of hope. That she’d do something like that so close to his.