It’s never been overly crowded the few times we have come, even tonight on Valentine’s. We order our food, we both order steak as we normally do. ...e start chatting over some wine as we wait for our meal. Once dinner is over, we order a cheesecake to go, something we can indulge in later on in the evening. When we get back into the car Luke tells me the drive will be about 30 minutes. He smiles and rests his hand on my inner thigh, caressing it gently. I can’t help but love the way he touches. And again, you remind yourself that you put up with it because she's fucking hot, and you're lucky she even gave you a second glance, so for her to go out with you on a regular basis for the last six months is worth it. Or so you keep telling yourself. But it's starting to wear thin, all the same.The worst part of it is feeling the eyes of the other diners in the restaurant staring at you, or, alternatively, making a point of not looking at you so they don't appear to be staring at the poor guy. “Take your panties off so I can massage that hairy triangle as we go”, he said. Only for a second did she hesitate, but then took them off, yanked her dress up so that his target was fully revealed and up till they arrived back at her unit, he massaged that hairy mount till saliva was dripping from her mouth.He wasn’t going to enter any sort of foreplay, his principal aim now was to fuck her and once inside he had her nude within a few minutes and again there was no vocal response, either. The second piece was a small nine-inch bar with rubber spikes on it. The idea was for someone to roll this over your back. The third article was a bottle of oil. The forth part was what really embarrassed her, a battery operated, vibrating dildo. I could just imagine the look on her face as she opened the present in front of her father. We were both laughing.Because she told me her story, I told her mine. I explained the strange shoebox I had received. I explained how I put it under the dorm.