I was still climaxing when the people in front of us moved away to their table, and the guys whipped their hands out of my orifices, but didn’t bother pulling my hem back down. The maitre’d who was gorgeous, and French, glanced down at my exposed pubes.
“Vous etes tres jolie madam.”
I rapidly re-arranged my dress.
“Merci beaucoup, vous etes gentil monsieur.”
“Bon, suivey moi.”
He showed us to a square table for four, and after seating us he removed the spare cutlery, handed us our menus then placed a napkin on each of our laps. As he placed my napkin down, he managed to hook a finger under the hem of my dress and slide the hem up my legs a little, and, as he settled my napkin, he slid his hand some way up the inside of my right leg.
“Merci beaucoup.”
“C’etais ma plaisir, madame.”
We studied our menus, and then I remembered where the guy’s fingers had been.
“I think you boys should go and wash your hands before we eat, especially you Peter.”
“Good point, but let’s order first.”
The boys ordered oysters, then steak, and since I also adore oysters, I ordered those as well, followed by lamb.
“They say oysters taste like a woman’s pussy, when she’s aroused, do you guys agree?”
“Oh, absolutely, no question at all.” Paul replied.
“I’ll second that Sarah, although I haven’t tasted you yet. Perhaps later I can compare you to the oysters?”
“I look forward to offering you both a pussy tasting later. Now run along and wash those hands”
The oysters were fantastic, washed down with the last of the champagne, then Paul ordered a bottle of Chateauneuf-du-Pape which I hadn’t had in ages. We were all getting very relaxed, and I didn’t complain when I felt a hand on each knee from the gentlemen positioned either side of me. They pulled my legs far apart, forcing my dress up towards my pussy, and, to avoid tearing it, I lifted my bum a little off the seat, and both men pushed the hem of my dress right up to my waist. That left me sitting on my bare bum, with my legs splayed and only a napkin to cover my modesty.
The maitre’d approached carrying our main courses, he placed the guy’s steaks in front of them, then came round behind Peter to place mine in front of me. Just as he was placing the plate down, I felt my napkin whipped away. The guys were still holding my legs wide apart, and now one of them had my napkin. My sex was fully displayed to the charming Frenchman.
“Ah Madame, you seem to have dropped your napkin”
As he was saying this his hand slipped between my legs and started stroking my pussy lips. I cannot describe how excited I was. He was only stroking me for a few seconds, but it was pure joy. Sadly, he couldn’t continue very long without attracting attention, so I was left with a very aroused clitoris, and my juices seeping onto the chair.
“It would seem that two guys aren’t enough for our sexy Sarah.” Peter commented.
“Please may I have my napkin back?”
“No.” they both said in unison.
We started to eat our steaks, but the guys took turns to stroke my clit, so it took me forever to eat my meal. Eventually I was finished and we all agreed that we should get to the hotel and have some serious sex.