Carole was just ready to declare it a night when she felt a cold presence between her tightly clenched thighs. With a firm insistence it pushed up until it reached her snatch. The girl reached under the table and found Bert's foot edging toward her pussy.
Frightened eyes fastened on Bert's cool, composed face. He said in a level voice, "Put your hands on the table and don't resist. You'd never be able to explain it, not with the crowd coming in."
Carole cast a frightened glance behind her and saw several of her friends coming in. The dance must have reached a point of boredom where more left than stayed. And they had all come to the favorite hangout of the Walter Williams Memorial High School crowd.
The girl jumped slightly as Bert's big toe wiggled its way into her cunt. Her eyes widened in horror as she realized what he was doing to her. He was actually thrusting his big toe in and out of her cunt as if he were fucking her! And she couldn't do or say a thing about it. Not in public. Who would ever believe her?
Who could honestly believe that she had allowed him to take off her panties without a struggle? That she would agree to go into a public place without any undies? That she would let him diddle her with his big toe? She'd gone too far already not to let him continue!
Bert continued his impassive, almost monotone speech. But he knew what was going through the blonde's cock-teasing mind as surely as if he were a telepath. Even more to the point, he could feel the thin juices of her lust oozing from her pussy to trickle around his toes.
He felt the soft inner thigh of Carole's leg against the arch of his foot. It seemed perfectly moulded for this odd fornication in public. This mock copulation that he did not reveal and she could not.
Carole panicked. She could feel herself getting moist in the crotch where the boy's toe gently stroked back and forth. He would start on the vinly, trace his toe along her perineum and then caress her cuntal lips. The inner fluids she leaked out frightened her. Without meaning to, she was egging him on, giving him a reason to further humiliate her. And yet, who but she knew what was happening?
She looked around and saw her friends, snuggling close to boyfriends, hands fluttering under the tables groping for various portions of the other's anatomy. Carole and Bert appeared to be distant, even polar toward each other. He spoke quietly, a monotone that would put most people to sleep. And she sat across the table from him, continually pulling her dress down like a sedate young lady.
Could she carry out the charade? Could she keep from showing the emotion she felt? Carole began tearing the napkin into tiny strips to alleviate the nervous tension building in her body. As Bert's toe stroked up and down her sex, lances of fire leaped up into her belly and destroyed her normally composed behavior.
She must not show any unusual emotion!
As the wandering digit prodded against her fully erect clitoris, Carole almost came. She clenched down hard on her napkin, bit her lower lip and looked out the window beside thier booth.
The waitress placed the greasy hamburgers in front of the pair, then solicitously asked, "You all right, honey? You look like you're, uh…" her voice lowered as she continued "…you're having a hot flash."
The waitress glanced at Bert, embarrassed that she'd been so forward in front of her date.
Bert suavely said, "That's quite all right, She's just having a momentary hunger pang. Isn't that so, Carole?" He punctuated his question with another long, wiggly excursion into her love hole.
Carole's blonde head bobbed up and down. "He's right I… I'm ff..ffeeling weak from…hunger."
The waitress looked skeptical but said nothing else. She had ten other tables to serve and didn't have time to waste with one chick in the middle of her period.
Bert said, "You did that very nicely. My, doesn't this hamberger look good?" Carole's blue eyes, slightly glazed from the diddling he continued to force on her tormented twat, didn't fail to notice that he piled on all the onions he could.
"Eat up, Carole. Although we've plenty of time, I would like to get you home earlier than I promised your mother." It was only nine o'clock.
Carole could not finish her hamburger. The toe that coursed up and down her slash tortured her to an unbelievable extent. She experienced an orgasm and had to camouflage it as a coughing fit. Bert looked on, a clinical observer studying a patient. His face betrayed none of the gloating he felt. He, Bertram Ellis, had broken through the iceberg's exterior!
Without having to be told, he knew he could have anything he wanted after they left the restaurant.
"Excuse me, Bert. I..I…" she swallowed hard as he turn ed his foot sideways and plied all of his toes along her sex slit, "I want…go…ttto tthe lladies room." She finished her statement in a rush.
Bert only shook his head in negation. He continued to eat his hamburger, chewing carefully before swallowing.
"Please!" she cried out. Carole was instantly aware of three dozen pairs of eyes on her.
"Better keep your voice down, Carole. People are staring at you."
"You beast!" she sobbed, The itch in her genitals was unbearable. She had to have surcease. She had to get him to stop playing with her using his foot.
She wanted…wanted…his hard, throbbing cock in her!
Carole felt the growing urgency in her cunt again as another toe-triggered orgasm built up. She had totally ripped apart four napkins and was bending the fork. Lances of agony/ectasy jolted her. She wanted him to stop. She wanted him to continue.
Carole van der Hoff wanted him!
Suddenly, the teasing array of toes disappeared from her cunt. She started to straighten her dress and decided against it. She would have to lift her butt off the vinly and that might flash bare shin. The girl had to be satisfied with pulling her dress down over her legs without feeling the material trapped under her.
"Let's go." Bert stood and walked to pay the check. In amazement, she looked down and saw he had somehow managed to get his sock and shoe back on without reaching under the table. Her lust numbed brain couldn't figure out how the acrobatic feat had been accomplished.
All she really cared about was leaving. In a hurry. Without talking to any of her friends. She had been stupid enough to choose a short dress. Now she didn't near any tables, less the occupants look up and see he pink lipped, golden furred nakedness underneath. They would all smirk. They would all start whispering about her.
Carole couldn't bear the thought.
She rushed out, past table after table, her arms locked firmly at her sides to prevent her dress from swaying.
Bert casually walked out, bidding a couple of friends good night, then sauntered after the girl.
He caught a fragment of conversation from a table near the door. "Did you see that, Al? Damned if Carole didn't rush out of here looking like she'd just been fucked in public and Bert Ellis is as cool as a cucumber!"
Carole was already in the car, hands firmly gripping the hem of her dress. As Bert go in, she said in a voice of cold rage, "I hate you! I hate you, Bert Ellis, like I've never hated before! I could kill you! OOOOHHHH!"
Bert started the engine and didn't say a word until they were out on the street. "What do you hate me for? No one knew what was happening back there. Except you and me. And are you telling me you didn't enjoy it? I think you'd be lying if you said you didn't get off on the entire scene."
Carole sat rigidly for a moment, doing some soul searching. "Bert. Fuck me. I want you to stuff your cock up where you had your toes."
Bert did not immediately respond. He turned a sharp corner and drove to a favorite lover's lane that overlooked the city. The lights were spectacular but few ever saw them, except before or after the reason they made the drive.