Chapter 392.
<strong>Chapter 392. A Heart-Pounding Day Together with My Girlfriend: A Very Dangerous Game Under the Table. (3/5)</strong>
<span style="font-weight:400">“...”
<span style="font-weight:400">My mind was drawing a nk on how to respond to her question and it was hard to think with my full focus drawn to her toes moving atop my manhood.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well? What’s wrong with it?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“The… ingredients aren’t right.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Aren’t right? How could they not be right?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s not what I’m feeling to eat… right now… here at the moment.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? Then what else do you want to try?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Honestly… I’m not that hungry right now I guess.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well too bad, you’ll just have to force yourself to eat since we’re already here.”
<span style="font-weight:400">What’s with this bloody conversation filled with all these terrible innuendos containing double meanings?
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hah… hah… hah…” My breaths were gradually growing heavier.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You don’t look too good. Are you okay?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m fine.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Jeez, you’re actually secretly starving, but you’re trying to be considerate of my wallet since I’m paying this time, right? You really don’t need to worry about how much it costs, just live a little and enjoy life for once.”
<span style="font-weight:400">But I do need to worry! The price for being caught doing something like this here is too great! Lewd andscivious behavior is a ss A misdemeanor and I don’t want to get tossed in jail for months or have to pay a stupid several thousand dor fine!
<span style="font-weight:400">Well… I was still physically considered a minor… but that doesn’t make this any better! Rosa is dangerous. Scarily so.
<span style="font-weight:400">My mind screamed to escape, but my body refused to stand up. It was already partially erect by this point in time and I definitely didn’t want to stand up in this embarrassing state.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, since it seems you’re having trouble deciding because you feel guilty about the price, I suppose I’ll choose for you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Excuse me, Ms. Waitress.” Rose raised her right hand up and waved to one side to catch the waitress’s attention.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Rose, hold ON hahaha…” I leaned forward over the table and ced my hand over my forehead ridden with sweat.
<span style="font-weight:400">This time her left foot came in. She pinched the lining of my pants between her left foot’s big and index toes. She skillfully unzipped my fly by pinching it between her right foot’s big and index toes and pulled it down. Lastly, she undid the button using both her feet and pulled down my underwear with her left foot while pinching my erection between her right foot’s big and index toes.
<span style="font-weight:400">The process was so quick I could hardly do anything to stop her. She’d developed enough dexterity with her toes that she was able toplete tasks one normally required their fingers to achieve. Should I be saying as expected of an assassin right now, or should I be crying because she’s using her talents for something like this?
<span style="font-weight:400">“Are you ready to order?” When I suddenly heard the waitress’s voice my body stiffened up hard as a rock. This reaction arose out of the fear of being caught in the middle of the act.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, we’re ready to order.”
<span style="font-weight:400">My breathing quickened as Rosa’s movement with her right foot sped up under the table. She held my erection firmly between her index and big toe stroking it up and down.
<span style="font-weight:400">It was scary how good it felt doing immoral things, the pleasure was too intense.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Uhh… are you okay, sir? You’re sweating quite a bit.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sorry... I’m not feeling too well because it’s been a while since I… had anything to eat and I haven’t taken my meds. I’m just a bit lightheaded at the moment. It’s nothing serious... you need to… concern yourself with. Once I eat and take my meds I should be better.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I see. I can get some appetizers right away if you need something to eat with your medication.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No… it’s really fine.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I picked up the water with my unsteady left hand, shaking, and took a sip while continuing to support my forehead with my right hand.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I see… Uh, what were you looking to order?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“We’d like number 35 on the menu,” Rosa spoke up to order in a casual tone while she continued her assault.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Just one order?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes please.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Alright, one order of the house special fried rice.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“We’d also like number 43. One order please.” Rosa flipped the page and pointed to the next item.
<span style="font-weight:400">While stroking with her right foot, she suddenly ced her left foot’s big toe over the opening to my urethra and rubbed back and forth along the slit.
<span style="font-weight:400">“One order of beef and oyster sauce.” The waitress confirmed the item while jotting down the item on her notepad.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes. The next dish is number 57. One.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I winced a bit when her left foot suddenly advanced forward and she slid the entire sole of her foot over my head while she continued to stroke the shaft with her right foot.
<span style="font-weight:400">“One order of sweet and sour pork.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“That’s right.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Anything else?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, just one more. Number 61.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Every time she ordered a new item, she changed how she used her feet to toy with me. It was pure torture. This time she repositioned her left big toe on the underside of the head where it was the most sensitive.
<span style="font-weight:400">“One order of pan-fried shrimp with onions and cashew nuts.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Each and every stroke sent tremors through my body.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yep.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I was edging ever closer to my limit.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Alright, so one of each. House special fried rice, beef and oyster sauce, sweet and sour pork, and pan-fried shrimp with onions and cashew nuts. Is that correct?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, that’s correct.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Did you want to try one of our wonton soups or fried wontons for an appetizer? I highly rmend them, they’re really good.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hmm, sure. One order of the fried wontons then.”
<span style="font-weight:400">As soon as she said that her right foot released my erection. But it wasn’t over. Her left foot slid down the right side of the shaft while her right foot positioned itself on the left side of the shaft. She formed a hole by fully enveloping the shaft and squeezing down with much more pressure than she had with only her toes.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Alright.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“How long will it be for everything?”
<span style="font-weight:400">As my erection grinder up between the soft walls formed by the soles of her feet, I was on the brink of climaxing. I was doing everything I could to hold it back. Making a mess here would be a disaster. I absolutely couldn’t go and paint the underside of the table with that sticky white fluid.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Five minutes for the appetizers and twenty minutes for everything else.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Fighting back the urge to climax led me to sweat more than ever.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Alright, thanks.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sir…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What is it?”
<span style="font-weight:400">I took another sip of water while shutting my eyes.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’re... sure you’re okay?”
<span style="font-weight:400">I lowered the cup away from my lips and responded.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m…”
<span style="font-weight:400">I opened my eyes intending to put the water back on the table.
<span style="font-weight:400">The waitress moved to put her pen in her breast pocket while I was trying to finish my sentence.
<span style="font-weight:400">My body started trembling as my hand jerked down a bit and I unintentionally mmed the cup down on the table harder than I intended.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Fine!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ah.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She was a bit startled and her hand missed her breast pocket. Her pen dropped to the ground.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sorry,” I apologized.
<span style="font-weight:400">“No… that’s okay. Huh? Where’d my pen fall?”
<span style="font-weight:400">When she suddenly said that, my heart nearly leaped through my chest. Why? Because I looked down at the ground and it had bounced to my right side under the table.
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s under the table beside me. One sec, I’ll get it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s alright, I can get it...”