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My boyfriend Brett has a great imagination when it comes to sex. But even more than that, he will dare to do just about anything... and I mean anything!

Last Saturday night we went to a movie, and there were some hot scenes in it that really got my little pussy smoking. I wanted to rush home and do something about it right away. Brett, however, wanted to stop at a little cafe he knew for a cup of coffee before we went back to our apartment.

"Okay." I whispered, flicking a tongue in his ear and rubbing my tits seductively against his arm, "but only if you promise to give me some really good loving when we get home." In the darkness of the theater, I thought I detected a sly grin on his face.

Brett was silent for the last few minutes of the movie. We didn't get up to leave until the closing credits began to roll across the screen. For a while, I thought Brett's silence indicated he was mad at me for some reason. He didn't speak again until we arrived at the cafe. As we sat down in a corner booth, he finally said, "You still horny, baby?"

I snuggled up close to him and reached for crotch, giving his cock a quick, meaningful squeeze through his pants.

"Does that answer your question?", I grinned. "I can't wait to get you home, lover."

"Why wait till we get home?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

I really didn't have a clue as to what he was talking about. By this time I'd almost forgotten our previous conversation. Brett didn't reply verbally. He let his fingers do the talking for him. He squeezed my knee under the table. I glanced nervously around the almost-empty cafe as Brett slowly slid his hand up my thigh. Then he moved it further, boldly slipping his hand up underneath my skirt. His hand moved slowly yet purposefully up over my thighs until finally his palm cupped my panty-covered mound.

"What on earth are you doing?" I asked timidly.

He grinned at me.

"What does it feel like I'm doing?" He winked boyishly.

The waitress brought our coffee. I tried to act as if nothing was happening. Brett left his hand under my skirt as she served us. His fingers drew ticklish little circles on my hot flesh.

"Can I get you folks anything else?", the pretty blonde waitress asked.

"Uh..." I muttered, feeling at a loss for words.

"We're doing just fine," Brett said smoothly, his fingers caressing my pussy through my panties.

The girl gave as a peculiar little smile and walked away.

"I wonder what's underneath these little panties of yours." he whispered.

I felt myself blushing. I was speechless. Slowly, Brett pushed aside the moist strip of material covering my slit and ran his fingers over my swollen pussy lips. Then he rubbed his practiced fingers through the wetness of my fleecy-lined pussy-slit until I sighed. I felt myself involuntarily pushing my feverish crotch against his probing digits.

Slowly but insistently, Brett slid two fingers into my slit. My cunt was literally drooling by now and coated his fingers with a flow of hot sticky juice. Although I was extremely aroused I kept looking carefully about in case anybody noticed what we were doing. There was something deliciously reckless about the whole scene.

Brett's fingers found my clit and I almost cried out as he began to massage my little fuckbud with his fingertips. I was shivering with excitement, but Brett looked completely relaxed. With his left hand, he casually took a sip of coffee. With his right, he finger-fucked my aching pussy.

"Mmmmmm, you're real wet, honey," he murmured.

He continued sipping his coffee and looking at me innocently. When I lifted my coffee cup to my lips. I noticed my hand was trembling. I glanced over at the table next to us. There was a young couple seated there. I wasn't sure if they could see the nasty things Brett was doing to me under the table, but I was so horny by that time that I I frankly didn't care if they could! My earlier fears and inhibitions had all fallen aside like so many dominos.

Brett concentrated on my clit, rubbing and pinching and fondling my little lovebud until I moaned softly and bit down on my lower lip to stop from whimpering with delight.

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"Ohhh God, that feels so good!" was all I could gasp out.

I was in ecstasy as the electrifying sensations flowed through my steamy cunt and radiated throughout my body. I could feel my nipples stiffening into little pebbles beneath my thin blouse. It all felt so deliciously nasty that I grabbed Brett's hand, forcing it harder against my hungry pussy.

"Take your hand away," he whispered with authority. "Somebody's bound to realize what we're doing if you do that! Just let me play with you."

Reluctantly, I took my hand away, gripping my coffee cup. I held the chipped mug so tightly my knuckles turned white.

"Spread your legs a bit more," Brett insisted.

I opened my thighs as wide as I could. My right knee rested against the center post of the booth's table.

"I wonder how many finger I can get into your hot little cunt," Brett said with a big grin. I smiled back, feeling my face go hot and a thin sheen of sweat break out between my breasts.

Gently, Brett pushed a third finger between the stretched lips of my pussy. I gasped in excitement. Slow and sensually, he began to fuck me with his fingers, gliding them in and out of my slippery cunt with ease. I moaned softly, resting my head against the back of the booth cushions and letting him have his way with me. I couldn't help it. It was so deliciously depraved and nasty. I was loving every glorious minute of it.

I glanced at the nearby couple. The young woman caught my eye, smiled knowingly, and turned back down to eat her dessert. The man chuckled quietly and whispered in the girl's ear. I didn't care. Brett's fingers slid in and out of my slick little hole, moving faster and faster. Delving deep into my sopping wet pussy as he caressed and massaged my most sensitive inner recesses. His three fingers together felt fantastic, and I closed my eyes and pretended it was a big, hard cock fucking me.

I squirmed and sighed. As his fingers slid in and out of my hot hole, Brett continued to fondle my throbbing clitoris with his thumb. I felt my juices trickling down my inner thigh. I was barely aware that I was beginning to pant softly.

"Yes, Ohhh, yes," I whispered, tightening my vaginal muscles.

I raised my ass off the cushions, lifting my hungry pussy to meet Brett's probing fingers. In the core of my twitching, spasming cunt I felt a wild climax building. Brett smiled at me as he realized how close I was, and his motions grew more frenzied. The pace of his delving fingers quickened and became more insistent. My pussy-muscles tensed and quivered, tightening around my boyfriend's fingers. For an instant, I held my breath, then I came.

It was fantastic. One of the best ever. And it was a minor miracle that nobody noticed me gasping and thrashing as I climaxed right there in the middle of the restaurant! Brett's fingers were saturated my sticky spendings when he finally pulled them out of me and cleaned them off on a napkin.

Just then the waitress came back over to refill our coffee cups. She noticed my flushed cheeks, heavy breathing, glassy-eyed expression, and trembling hands. Her eyes widened with worry.

"You okay, Miss?" she asked, looking at me closely with genuine compassion.

"Oh, I'm just fine," I replied. "You made a damn good cup of coffee here!"

Brett nodded and smiled in agreement, licking his fingers.

The End.