The Penthouse Fuck, Part 3: Out in the Open, Up Against the Glass David’s in the shower. It’s his third one today and the first one he’s taking alone. This time he actually has to clean up; he has a meeting. And oh, god, I need a rest from the best three days of fucking I have ever had. I told you about the first two. That was just the beginning. After we rinsed ourselves off from that last cum-explosion, we both realized something: we were starving. “You want to go out?” he whispered in my ear. God, just the tickle of his breath against my skin was enough for me to want to grab his cock and take him… but I resisted. I nodded into his cheek. “Yes,” I said, surprised at how breathless I sounded. Like a cat in heat, and it wasn’t a lie. “But not too far.” I put on the clingiest thing I could fine, sheer black with lines of gold worked through it, and just a touch of make-up – enough to make me look entirely fuckable (well, re-fuckable). He put on black pants, a t-shirt that showed off his delicious chest, and a pair of sleek black pants that made me want to grab is ass. I was getting hot for him again. We put our hands all over each other as we slid out of the penthouse and down to the mezzanine of this stunning Las Vegas hotel we don’t dare mention by name. (I think we’ll have to pay them for a new mattress before we check out.) As we moved into the atrium, we saw we had the choice of four different restaurants. I took David’s hand and led him toward the smallest and darkest one, the lounge with the sly little half-French, half-Italian name. It was dim and cool inside, with cunningly curved booth-benches and small circular cocktail tables made of thick tinted glass. David slipped me into of the ones as far from the bar as we could get, trapping me against the cool textured wall. His hip was tight against mine; his arm pressed against the side of my tit. Fuck, I thought. Just the touch of him, his skin slipping across mine, was enough to send a shock through me. It could feel myself getting wet all over again. The waitress was a pretty little thing, barely old enough to serve drinks, with white blonde hair and huge, full lips. Her eyes were very dark. She leaned over our table, just a little farther than she needed to. “What would you like most?” she said, and I was thrilled at how deep and rich her voice was, coming out of the tiny, tight little body. David ordered us tapas – steak, chicken, shrimp, slices of avocado and rich cheese. “I’ll have a scotch,” he said. “She will have a vodka martini…just a little dirty.” He touched me as he said dirty. Two fingertips on the inside of my left thigh. Stroking. As the waitress swayed away, he leaned against me and spoke. His voice was very low, but I could hear it clearly above the murmur of the restaurant. “Have you ever had an orgasm in a bar?” he said. “At least a nice bar like this?” “No,” I lied, because I knew this would be nothing like the other times. Not even close. He nodded, just a little, and I felt the stubble of his cheek against my own as he slipped his fingers father between my legs. I spread my knees just a little – just enough to give him all the room he wanted. Of course I wasn’t wearing any panties. Do I fucking look insane? I watched the waitress across the room as she turned to talk to the bartender and showed us her ass. It was a very nice ass…but I couldn’t concentrate. His fingertips were stroking my pussy, making it swell. I straightened, and took in a breath, not daring to look at him…but my hand strayed under the table and covered his as I opened my thighs just a little more. I pushed down. He joined me. Two of his broad, strong fingers slipped inside me, just to the first knuckle, and I heard him sigh with pleasure even as I gasped. The waitress was back, juggling drinks and a large square plate. She put the glasses on the table – one, two – right over the spot where David was slowly, exquisitely finger-fucking me. You could see it – she could see it – even through the tinted surface. His burly hand. Mine. My naked thighs, my rucked-up skirt. I saw her eyes widen just a little. So dark. She looked up at us, wondering… then smil