It itches… A pleasant tickling in her pussy… She smiled reluctantly. Frank thought she was smiling at him. The boring accountant will now explain his boring work more eagerly.
She met Frank on the date-app. This is the first date. A talkative man, over fifty, with wearing a suit. He apologized for writing twenty-five on his profile and using a fake photo. She was a well-bred, respectful girl. So when she said "but you look younger" he believed it.
But she's not thinking about this faker right now. At the long white-covered date table in corner of restaurant, her pussy itches as if it were being caressed by a soft feather, and that expression on her face gives Frank the encouragement he needs.
"Cassandra… Cassie… Kasey… what should I call you?" Frank's first attempt at increasing intimacy.
"Kisy…" she cut his word and warned, "with one 's'…" she don't like hiss of her name.
The girl was upper for him, Frank aware his fault.
"Actually… Kisy… When I saw your profile I thought it was fake… You know… Why would a twenty, beautiful, petite, friendly, pretty hot girl like you need a date app? I thought a old cougar was coming until you walked through the door…" He laughed as said this, but Kisy didn't laugh.
She really thought, would meet that young, muscular guy whose photo she saw, and had prepared for a long time. She showered until her skin was red, shaved all her body hair, even shaved the tiny hairs around her pussy and assholes. She put lotion on her body, creamed her sex holes inside and out, styled her hair, put on make-up, wore her sexiest red short dress that showed off her curves, and hurriedly came to this restaurant with her highheels.
And what did she find! Fifty plus a boring accountant! Moreover, her pussy is itching so bad!
The waiter politely bowed to the table and put the menu. She decided to hide her face behind the menu and order whatever was the most expensive. This date is a wasted bullet, at least Frank should pay for his fraud with his wallet.
"We can eat the best Bruschetta in the city here, honey…" said accountant with his cheerful voice.
When did we become us! and Kisy is not your honey, old fart! When she gritted her teeth and stared at the menu, the tickle in her pussy turned into an uncomfortable itch. She pressed her legs together and tried to silence her pussy.
"With red wine… What do you say, beauty…" Confident of the perfection of his suggestion, he reached out and took the menu that Kisy was holding like a shield. When he looked at her face, he saw her lips clenched in anger "Orrr white…whatever you want…"
"Red is good." she said. She couldn't find anything more expensive anyway. Her pussy itched as if there was an ant in her panties. She moved her ass left and right on the chair and tried to scratch it, but it didn't help much. The waiter came, took the order and menus and left.
"I'm the luckiest bastard in the world tonight…" said as his eyes traveling over her every body detail like a flashlight.
The strappy dress has a V-shaped low-cut from her collarbone to below her ribcage. Kisy chose this dress to prove that her fresh breasts do not need a bra. But her purpose was not to fucked with the eyes of the 'luckiest bastard'. All her preparation was for that handsome, muscular guy.
Now, that provocative cleavage was feed for Frank's tired eyes. Kisy cursed her luck, sat upright in the chair, pushed her chest forward and smiled with one cheek to old trickster.
"Amm… If I tell you what I'm thinking right now you'll slap my face.." said Frank with grin.
"Okay, tell me… I wonder…" she said and pushed her ass forward hard and scratched it on the chair.
Frank roles to be embarrassed and moved his face closer to her across the table.
"You look like the girls I imagine about when I close my eyes at night..." he whispered as if he were telling a secret and looked around anxiously to make sure no one heard.
"So?" Kisy leaned to him too and rubbed her ass against the chair with a few quick wobbles while their faces were so close together.
"You got it..." he said, opening his eyes suggestively and shaking his head up down.
"No…" she said.
He frowned and looked at her with a look of, this girl is either very naive or a very hot slut.
"So, what I'm saying is…" Frank lowered his voice and covered his mouth with his hand. "When masturbating… you look like the girls I fuck in my dreams…"
Awww! The old pervert thinks he will fuck with her. But Kisy has news for you, daddy. You will jerk-off tonight too.
"You got it?" He waited for her answer with curious eyes.
"Yehhh…" she leaned back on the chair and wiggled her ass a little more.
The waiter came with a bottle of wine and two glasses. While he was filling the glasses, Kisy caught him looking down between her
tits. What does he see? Oh, from that angle, the whole view is clear, right down to her red tiny string-thong. How sexy the bright, soft, smooth girl's skin looks in the light filtered by the red dress!
Not give a damn about her. Men can look at her however they want. It doesn't bother she to be watched. Only the itching in her pussy bothers her. Moreover, it is getting more and more intense. She grabbed the chair by the sides of her ass with both hands, lifted herself up, and sat down hard again. She thought crushing her pussy would help, but no.
While she tasting the wine, her mind was itching too. Because of pussy shaving? Was the razor clean? Maybe the razor scratched my pussy. Maybe I got infected. Or the thong's string got stuck between my pussy lips.
The odds are useless. Knowing the reason does not relieve the itching. Maybe she should go to the bathroom and see what's going on her pussy.
Frank held her hands "I think I'm still dreaming, would you believe it, Kisy…" said. She looked at Frank's face without got what he was talking about. "Maybe right now, as I close my eyes in my bed and play with my dick, I imagine dating you here…"
"I'm not a dream, Frank... I'm a simple girl..." she said calmly as ignoring his increasingly perverted words.
"As I fuck you tonight, I'll believe in your reality, honey…" said Frank, brazenly and confidently.
What is he talking about! He thinks fuck her, just because Kisy checked the 'sex on the first
date' query-box in the app settings! While he says this, he forget that is older than Kisy's dad. She gave that 'ok' to the handsome young guy in Frank's fake profile.
"I'm going to fuck you like you're a goddess…" Disgusting old man, began the trailer!
The itch has leveled up! Kisy's dress bunched up almost to her pussy as she rubbed her ass back and forth on the chair, but the itching didn't subside. She had a hard time keeping herself from digging her fingers into her pussy and clawing at it. She began to breathe with difficulty and tremble, her face turned red with anger. The accountant saw her and thought that he had hornied her with his words.
"Fuck the dinner, Kisy!.. Let's go to my house right now and fuck..." he said happily.
"No! Ohh! "Nooo…" she was in no mood to talk. Her pussy was being ravaged like a field attacked by a swarm of locusts.
She looked around with difficulty. She convinced herself that no one was watching her and put her hand between legs. Her fingers hastily pulled her thong aside and dug her nails into her freshly shaved, creamy pussy and began scratching.
Frank froze! He couldn't see under the table, but there was no other way for the pistoning motion of Kisy's elbow.
"You're masturbate!" he said in surprise. "Poor young slut, you couldn't resist my charm any longer…" he was proud of himself. "I'll join you, baby…"
He took off a shoe and send his foot under the table.