The Back Booth - Couple's Erotica/Women's Erotica Tena Seldan Author

The Back Booth - Couple's Erotica/Women's Erotica Tena Seldan Author
Categories: Books, Erotica
Brand: Xplicit Press
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The Back Booth is a Couple’s Erotica/Women’s Erotica short story - M/F. This erotica short story contains explicit content, erotic situations, graphic language and is suitable for readers 18 and over.I have always been turned on by the idea of doing sexual things in a public place. Lucky for me, I married a man who feels the same way. Almost every week we go to our favorite restaurant, and we sit in a quiet booth in the back. It’s our booth. Just the anticipation of date night is enough to get me all riled up. As soon as I arrive, the fun really gets started. From drinks through dessert, my husband and I are messing with each other and ourselves. What really gets me excited though is the thought that at any moment we might get caught. From the horny old man one table over to the waitress who always shows up at the most inconvenient times, it seems like there is always some interruption. And when the teasing gets to be too much, my hubby and I only have one good option – sex in a public place. Can we pull it off, or will we finally be caught in the act?ExcerptThe thought of actually fucking and fondling in public places has always been exciting to me. It was really thrilling since I’d met my hot and horny hubby. He and I had pushed the limit several times right there in that booth, and I had a feeling we would keep pushing our luck to see if we got caught.Next, I decided to move my hand down my hubby’s pants. First, I unzipped his jeans. His dick was so rock hard it popped right out of his jeans. I could feel the swollen girth with my fingers and I could practically smell his precum cock cream seeping from the tip. I was dying to dive under the booth and lap away at his prick. I might have done it, too, if I’d had a chance. I looked up to see our curious waitress coming with our steaks. I really went to town jerking my man’s meat, then!He kind of smiled sheepishly at the waitress, holding back a groan. I knew he was dying to let out a huge, bear-like growl. It was all he could: not to pop off in my palm right then and there as the waitress leaned over, revealing her ample cleavage.