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It's a cold night in Dublin. Warmly wrapped up in coat and gloves, I meet Batman at the gates to St Stephens Green. He sees me walking towards him, and I see his serious face relax into a smile. We make eye contact, no one else exists as I walk purposefully towards him, my heels clicking on the pavement. I stop, inches from him, looking up. We smile, and he dips his head to give me a long, lingering kiss on the lips. It's been a long month since we last met up, the air crackles with sexual tension. I break the kiss and step back. *quot;Dinner?*quot; I ask with a grin.

*quot;Absolutely*quot;, he replies, and we move off.

We settle ourselves in a quiet corner of a restaurant. He, of course, chooses the wine. The food is sublime but I've not got much of an appetite. We are sitting side by side, facing the darkened room. Initially we just touch shoulders, and now and then entwine our fingers. But as the wine flows, our hands meet under the table.

Holding Batman's' large hand, I place it palm down on my thigh. My dress is caught up a little, and with my hand on top of his, I slide his hand up my thigh, his fingers pointing towards my crotch. He feels the edge of my lacy stockings, the soft skin on my thighs, and the heat from between my legs. Once again we make eye contact and I can see his pupil's contract as I shift slightly in my seat to allow his fingers better access. Still with my hand on top of his, I move his fingers higher until the tip of one finger makes contact with my already damp panties. He reaches forward to kiss me, but instead bites my bottom lip. I can't help it, a small moan escapes my lips.

I excuse myself, straighten my skirt and go to the Ladies Room. While there, I send him a photo. When I come back, walking confidently across the room, his eyes are glued to me. I sit down close to him. He leans in and whispers in my ear *quot;Bitch*quot;. The photo I sent him from the bathroom was of my black lacy panties- removed and in my handbag. He knows that my pussy is now naked and inches away from his wandering fingers. I know how much this excites him, so under the table I place my hand flat against his crotch and I can feel his large erection straining at the fabric. I press my hand against it and squeeze gently. His turn to moan.

No encouragement needed this time, his hand finds its way back into my lap, his finger between my legs, where he can feel my heat. I again open my legs to allow him access, and he doesn't disappoint, güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri he slides his finger between my pussy lips, feeling my wetness and gently flicking my already swollen clit. I slide my ass forward slightly on the seat to allow him better access. He slides one finger between my folds and into my tight, wet pussy. My breathing is shallow and fast. I lean in to kiss him and I suck his tongue into my mouth, and suck it in the same rhythm as his finger in my pussy. Batman knows me well, I'm doing my best to stay still but my hips are moving infinitesimally and my eyes are glazed over. Go on, he says, let go.

With that I close my eyes and my thighs simultaneously, trapping his finger inside me. He continues to move it as best he can, curling the tip of it up against my g-spot.... I lean my face against his shoulder and grip his arm, and with a sigh I implode. It's a long, drawn out explosion of orgasm, made all the more intense as I have to control my movements so as not to draw attention to myself.

As I slowly come down, relaxing my thighs and loosening my grip on Batman's' arm, I open my eyes and spot someone approaching our table. Batman's' finger is still inside my pussy as the new arrival leans over