We're on the go, the table is ordered and we are too late as always. Then I hold you back shortly. You look at me puzzled. Slowly, with trembling hands, you open the package. In a small box with a transparent lid, there are two spheres: love balls. You look at me quizzically, but I just nod determinative. You want to disappear in the bathroom, it's a little embarrassing to you. But I insist on the here and now. You pull your panties down slowly, lets you down on the edge of your seat, move up the dress and spreads her legs. Unsure you guide the balls, one with your shaky hands, into your vagina. I'm sitting opposite you, do not let you out of your eyes and see it exactly how you're already wet. Just knowing that happen today, something is erotic, and by the gift of love toys conjured up fantasies can melt your pussy. Once you have your panties, a hint of anything, have tightened, we make ourselves finally on the way to the small romantic restaurant. I've booked us a place in a quiet corner, not from the rest of the dining room's cost. So that we can not only enjoy our food undisturbed. The table is covered with a purple almost to the floor-ceiling, on which there are already a few candles and a small bell. "The bell helps us to be undisturbed," I whisper in your ear. You are nervous and in your eyes I see your uncertainty. I do not choose the place over to you so that we are sitting very close together. I look at you, studying the expression on your face. You look into the candle flame and make an absent impression. Where or with what you have with your thoughts? The love you have caught balls and you're already really cool and damp the vibrations of the balls of your desire to get seconds seconds. I see it in your eyes. Do you want here and immediately be taken away from me. But still it is not far. After a while, the waiter appears almost silently into our niche: "What they want to drink," You frighten high out of your mind and feel trapped. Let it go easily blush. I can not help me a mischievous grin. After the waiter had taken our order and we are alone again, I let my hand slowly slide under the table on your left thigh and push your dress a little higher. You frighten me, and ask to have this because you're afraid that we might be surprised by the waiter. Memories of your pizza suppliers rise up in me. "Do not worry, this will take some time for the back with the drinks coming," I answer with confidence. My hand strokes already on your back leg and puts more and more free of this so that I can almost see him now completely. Your hands firmly on the table while you begin to tremble slightly beneath my touch. Slowly, my hand moves straight into your wet pussy all right now. Once there, now I let my fingers through your lust-point circle, listen while your light, suppressed groan. Your legs start to twitch to slow and you've barely under control. You literally melts in my hand when suddenly comes the waiter with our drinks around the corner. You frighten together. Your face is flushed with excitement. But it seems as if he noticed anything. After the waiter left us, we come to our evening together. The shock has cooled your burning desire. But you're still excited and craves your pussy right now after formally being pampered. I quickly slip under the table. Before you even realized what happened, I already find myself between your legs warm. , If you think you open it touches on and on and push me towards your moist, warm air grotto. Your desire and the desire for sex you are now written formally in the face. Nothing can now stop your moaning and still is under my touch louder. The fear that every time the waiter comes around the corner again, can increase your arousal even more. Now I pull you out of your slip and you prefer the love of balls one after the other slowly out of your wet, horny pussy.