Chapter 393: Chapter 392.

Chapter 392. A Heart-Pounding Day Together with My Girlfriend: A Very Dangerous Game Under the Table. (3/5)

“...”

My mind was drawing a blank 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.

“Well? What’s wrong with it?”

“The… ingredients aren’t right.”

“Aren’t right? How could they not be right?”

“It’s not what I’m feeling to eat… right now… here at the moment.”

“Oh? Then what else do you want to try?”

“Honestly… I’m not that hungry right now I guess.”

“Well too bad, you’ll just have to force yourself to eat since we’re already here.”

What’s with this bloody conversation filled with all these terrible innuendos containing double meanings?

“Hah… hah… hah…” My breaths were gradually growing heavier.

“You don’t look too good. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“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.”

But I do need to worry! The price for being caught doing something like this here is too great! Lewd and lascivious behavior is a Class A misdemeanor and I don’t want to get tossed in jail for months or have to pay a stupid several thousand dollar fine!

Well… I was still physically considered a minor… but that doesn’t make this any better! Rosa is dangerous. Scarily so.

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.

“Well, since it seems you’re having trouble deciding because you feel guilty about the price, I suppose I’ll choose for you.”

“Excuse me, Ms. Waitress.” Rose raised her right hand up and waved to one side to catch the waitress’s attention.

“Rose, hold ON hahaha…” I leaned forward over the table and placed my hand over my forehead ridden with sweat.

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.

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 to complete 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?

“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.

“Yes, we’re ready to order.”

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.

It was scary how good it felt doing immoral things, the pleasure was too intense.

“Uhh… are you okay, sir? You’re sweating quite a bit.”

“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.”

“I see. I can get some appetizers right away if you need something to eat with your medication.”

“No… it’s really fine.”

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.

“I see… Uh, what were you looking to order?”

“We’d like number 35 on the menu,” Rosa spoke up to order in a casual tone while she continued her assault.

“Just one order?”

“Yes please.”

“Alright, one order of the house special fried rice.”

“We’d also like number 43. One order please.” Rosa flipped the page and pointed to the next item.

While stroking with her right foot, she suddenly placed her left foot’s big toe over the opening to my urethra and rubbed back and forth along the slit.

“One order of beef and oyster sauce.” The waitress confirmed the item while jotting down the item on her notepad.

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“Yes. The next dish is number 57. One.”

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.

“One order of sweet and sour pork.”

“That’s right.”

“Anything else?”

“Yeah, just one more. Number 61.”

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. 

“One order of pan-fried shrimp with onions and cashew nuts.”

Each and every stroke sent tremors through my body.

“Yep.”

I was edging ever closer to my limit.

“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?”

“Yes, that’s correct.”

“Did you want to try one of our wonton soups or fried wontons for an appetizer? I highly recommend them, they’re really good.”

“Hmm, sure. One order of the fried wontons then.”

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. 

“Alright.”

“How long will it be for everything?”

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.

“Five minutes for the appetizers and twenty minutes for everything else.”

Fighting back the urge to climax led me to sweat more than ever.

“Alright, thanks.”

“Sir…”

“What is it?”

I took another sip of water while shutting my eyes.

“You’re... sure you’re okay?”

I lowered the cup away from my lips and responded.

“I’m…”

I opened my eyes intending to put the water back on the table. 

The waitress moved to put her pen in her breast pocket while I was trying to finish my sentence.

My body started trembling as my hand jerked down a bit and I unintentionally slammed the cup down on the table harder than I intended.

“Fine!”

“Ah.”

She was a bit startled and her hand missed her breast pocket. Her pen dropped to the ground.

“Sorry,” I apologized.

“No… that’s okay. Huh? Where’d my pen fall?”

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.

“It’s under the table beside me. One sec, I’ll get it.”

“It’s alright, I can get it...”

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