Under the table.

Lara and Maurice sat across each other in a restaurant opposite the boutique shop waiting for their orders. After much insistence from Maurice, she didn't wear any panties and was just dressed in the little black dress, even after making her buy some sexy lingerie.

Lara didn't feel uncomfortable for wearing nothing underneath, but it kind of turned her on a little bit when she thought of how Maurice knew, and he was sitting right opposite her.

"Are you uncomfortable?" Maurice asked to break the silence. Since they sat down, he felt Lara's eyes on his face and he saw from the corner of his eye that she moved a lot in her seat, which made him wonder if not wearing panties made her uncomfortable.

"What? N–no. I'm fine," said Lara averting her gaze.

"Then why are you looking at me like that?" Maurice asked, his lips curling to a smirk and Lara found herself smiling.

"Like what?"

Maurice's shoulders rose in a careless shrug and his smile widened. "Like you wanna fuck again."

Lara laughed amusedly, her face blushing. If she hadn't fucked Maurice in the garden, maybe she would have never known this side of him. He was funny and made her feel comfortable around him, unlike his usual cold and indifferent self that she was used to.

While Lara was lost in thought looking at Maurice with a smile, she felt the click of a camera and she snapped back to her senses. A frown marred her forehead and she looked around, but she found nothing strange. She had this feeling that someone was watching her, but no one seemed suspicious and nothing seemed out of place.

A waiter soon brought them food, but Lara still felt like someone was stalking her. Maurice easily picked up her reaction by the way she shifted uncomfortable in her chair.

"What is it?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowed in concern as he scooped some soup from his plate.

Lara sighed, turning her attention to the food on the table. "It's nothing. I just keep feeling like someone's watching me."

"It's probably your friends from Uni. You do look…" his words trailed off and his eyes raked over her body with appreciation, and Lara smiled knowing he was probably thinking something dirty. "... Different."

"Hmm…" Lara hummed in response and they both ate in silence.

After finishing their first course, Maurice shifted his sitting position and instead of sitting across Lara, sat right next to her where their bodies were glued together.

"Much better," he exhaled as he scooted closer. Their table was at the farthest corner and Lara's seat was facing the wall. Lara had a suspicion that Maurice wanted to do something nasty when he picked this particular table because apart from being at the farthest corner, it was somehow hidden from the other customers and barely noticeable. Now her hunch was right because as soon as the waiter brought in their food, his hands started wandering.

Lara tried to concentrate on her food, clenching her thighs together so that Maurice's hands didn't wander further up, but it was just so hard. His touch and the caress of his fingers made her skin heat up, and the ache between her legs intensified, but this time not from pain.

After failing to tease Lara like he had planned to, Maurice clicked his tongue and withdrew his hand from the inside of her dress.

"We should have booked a private room, what do you think?" He asked, pushing his half eaten food away.

"I think here is just fine," Lara replied lightly, hoping Maurice won't ask to fuck her again because she didn't think her pussy could take anymore.

Maurice reached out for the free hand placed on the table, intertwined her fingers with his then placed it on his groin.

Lara's eyes widened at the obvious bulge and she turned to him with a bewildered expression, but Maurice just shrugged innocently.

His hand still on hers as he helped her stroke his hard cock over the trousers, he called for the waiter and whispered something in his ear. The waiter looked at Maurice questioningly, and seeing the hesitation on his face, Maurice pulled out a card from his coat's inner pocket and showed it to him.

For a moment, Lara saw the waiter's eyes widen with shock and she wondered what the card contained, but Maurice didn't let her see it as he took it from the shocked waiter and quickly put it back.

"I–I'll find a room for you right away." The waiter walked off in a hurry and left Lara feeling confused, whereas Maurice smiled happily.

Lara was about to ask what just happened, but the next minute she heard Maurice unbuckling his belt and she stared at him incredulously.

"What are you doing? People are watching?" She whispered harshly as she tried to snatch her hand back but Maurice's grip was firm.

"But I want you again," he breathed in her ear, leaning into her and dipping her hand inside his boxers to directly grab his manhood.

Lara gulped nervously as she looked around to see if anyone was watching, but her nervousness and self awareness didn't stop her body from reacting. Maurice's pulsing cock in her hands and his warm breath made her loins stir. She clenched her thighs together as she felt warm fluids gushing out of her entrance.

Her hand now moving without Maurice's help, she started stroking him up and down under the table, her fingers wrapping around the thick shaft as she felt the warm, satin like skin draw back.

Maurice was leaning into her and he hissed when she grabbed his cock and started massaging the tip with her fingers.

Lara felt his dick grow even harder and she bit her bottom lip, feeling like she could moan just from the skin to skin contact. Speaking of skin to skin… wait! They had been doing it raw!? Fuck!

Her eyes widened in panic and her body went completely still.

"Shit!" She cursed, more loudly than she had intended to and Maurice turned to her with a confused look.

"What's —"

"Ahem," the waiter he had asked to search a room earlier cleared his throat to get their attention, standing right beside their table.

Lara quickly retracted her hand from Maurice's dick and scratched the back of her neck, her eyes darting around.

"The room is ready sir," he informed and Maurice nodded, already zipping up his pants secretly under the table.

"This way," the dutiful waiter said as he led them to the VIP rooms that were on the upper floor. They left their food uneaten and Maurice walked holding Lara's hand, which made her a bit conscious because of how people looked at them as they walked past.

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