My boyfriend had reserved a table at a restaurant in their private dining room. There was a public space for most of the restaurant, and the rentable private dining room with your own wait staff. It was quite expensive to get, but was popular for things like popping the question, anniversaries and things like that. I was surprised when we arrived when we were escorted to the private dining room, which I’d never been to before. It was lovely. The food was wonderful as always, and after the table was cleared the staff was nowhere to be seen.
Then he started to kiss me and touch me and I had the feeling I was about to be on top of the table. It was fun. He said no staff were going to be barging in on us and we had total privacy. I felt him lift me up to the table, and he feasted on my already wet pussy for dessert. He’s always been so good at licking me, it was divine, as always. I had to of course not make any sex noises, since we didn’t want to clue in the other patrons in the main dining room know what was going on in the next room.
He slid his cock into me and we fucked right there on the table. It was like a naughty, delicious secret having sex with likely a hundred people on the other side of the wall and just being in our own private room with no one being the wiser. I wondered if others had done this as well and if the staff really knew what people got up to behind the door. They likely did, but nothing was said. We got a slight smirk from the Maître d’ on the way out, but it might have just been his being a snob instead of actually knowing what we’d done. I’ll never know.
