Behind The Scenes

41. Jo

The evening passed pleasantly, it will be 10 p.m. now. We ate a lot and I feel my stomach burst, but I left a small space for dessert. The problem is that it's taking a long time to arrive, the place is almost full.
"How long does it take?" I snort resting my head on Hero's shoulder.
"I don't know, but I'm getting a bit pissed off," he replies with an irritated and bored tone.
The minutes go by and our cheesecake doesn't arrive. Meanwhile Hero strokes my thigh from under the table. At one point he makes a strange expression, as if something had flashed into his mind.
He continues to caress me looking into my eyes, he kisses me and has a slight smile on his lips.
"It was a beautiful evening all..." I start to say, but his hand moves towards my inner thigh, "all things considered. What are you doing?" I say confused as a shiver runs through me.
"Yeah," he smiles, licking his lower lip.
His hand is now practically between my thighs and my dress has lifted.
"Hero, what are you doing?" I swallow looking at him badly.
"Shut up, try to not get us noticed..." he whispers.
No no no. "No, Hero, it's not the..." I take a deep breath when he touches me at the most sensitive point.
"You are so sensitive to my touch."
"Fuck, Hero, it's torture. How... oh my... how am I supposed to stop myself? Stop it," I tell him with a little heavy breathing.
"Get my hand out of there then."
Um, I'd like to be less horny to take it off.
"I'm trynna tell you no, but my body keeps telling you yes. I can't do it," I can't, I'm holding the chair with my hands.
He grins and continues to tickle there. He loves the fact that he's irresistible, but the real question is: how can you resist him?
"Look at me, don't close your eyes and don't bite your lip. Squeeze my thighs if you want."
I squeeze his arm with one hand and his thigh with the other. I feel my legs stiffen and shake under the table, I do everything not to moan and when I feel I can't, I kiss him.
"Hero, you're a fool..."
"Don't come, now we go home."
He starts to take his hand away but I instinctively take his wrist. "No no, now finish what you started," I beg him.
"Okay, but be quiet. Kiss me if you want," he says, moving his gaze from my eyes to my lips.
After very little, I come making as little noise as possible, I stifle my moans by kissing him.
"Shit... crazy," he says satisfied, removing his hand and looking at his fingers shiny from my orgasm. He gets up and goes to the bathroom to wash his hands.
I have to change, I can't stand this wet. Fortunately, I always carry a change in my bag, for any unforeseen events, such as periods, I have never carried it thinking that someone could make me come in a restaurant...
As soon as Hero returns, Tom arrives with the cheesecake. We thank him.
"If you wait a few minutes I'll go and change," I say to the crazy boy sitting at the table with me.
"Oh sure, I understand. Go," he says, chuckling.
I go to the bathroom and change my panties, putting the dirty ones in a plastic bag. I look in the mirror and I feel really beautiful.
I think Hero affects my self-esteem a lot. I've always been one of those girls who usually like themselves, but before him there was a period when I didn't like me. I was very insecure about my body, my breasts, my broad shoulders... the only things I always liked about myself are the eyes, the nose, the lips — let's say I don't complain about the face — and the legs. Legs are my strong point. My friends hate me and they hated me for it.
Hero has raised my self-esteem on aspects of my body that I underestimated. I realized that maybe they are not as bad as I thought before. I love him for that too.
Now I'm going back to him, the cheesecake is waiting for us.
"Here I am!" I exclaim sitting down.
"Finally, this cake passed three hours saying 'eat me, eat me' to me," he laughs.
We taste it, it is very good.
Tom passes between the tables and then asks us with a smile, "How did you spend the evening?"
Hero and I look into each other's eyes, then he replies, "Well, all delicious. The only flaw is that we waited a while for the dessert, but we weren't bored."
"I am pleased to. Will you come back?"
"For sure," I reply, smiling at him.
"Can you bring us the bill, please? Thanks," asks Hero before the waiter can walk away.
"Sure, I'll be right there."
We paid and left the restaurant, it was a nice evening.
Hero, as usual, opens the door for me and I thank him with a smile.
On the way back he put my hand on the gear lever and his hand on mine.
I put the music and the song that plays is Conversations with my Wife by Jon Bellion.
The title of the song makes me think a lot, will I ever be his wife? I don't know, and I can't know.
We remain silent as the song rings in our ears.
The next is Worth it by YK Osiris, which, like Go Fuck Yourself, drives me crazy.
"At home you have to return the favor. Things have to be paid off, baby," he says, glaring at me.
"It won't be a problem," indeed, I don't mind at all, I answer without looking at him.