Public sex (Tamaki/Haruhi) part 2/2
Tamaki pinned Haruhi into the corner of the booth, grinning from ear to ear. She was so cute! So cute!
"Senpai..." A slightly surprised, slightly amused color came over her words. Tamaki gave a yelp of embarrassment and crawled off of her.
"I apologize. That was inappropriate. I'll leave now." He got up, not sure how he was going to hide his problem now, only to be roughly pulled back into place by Haruhi's strong hand.
Of course, her tug betrayed the expression of shyness on her face. She didn't look directly at him, "Don't go."
He felt his breath begin to accelerate. Was she just being polite? Did she want to ask Daddy about sex? Was she...interested in him?
The latter suspicion was confirmed when she leaned over him to pull the booth's privacy curtain closed. He had a very good view of her modest cleavage at this angle and nearly lost all control right there. Sure that the curtains would indeed hide their act, she looked down at him.
"I want to help."
Tamaki groaned, now not quite sure whether the curtain was enough to hide what they were doing. He knew from personal experience that he was very passionate and loud during pleasure (or any time, really.) And one of the few times he'd allow himself to fantasize about Haruhi he'd awoken one of the maids who slept in a different wing.
And as Haruhi unzipped his pants and pulled out his swollen and leaking cock, he knew for sure that the curtain was a wasted effort.
Haruhi sat right next to him, her skirt riding up a bit so she could get the right angle. She stared at his penis for a few beats in the studious way that she would, and then looked up at him for guidance.
"Ah...close your fist around it."
She did what he said. He groaned and grinned a delirious grin for a moment before continuing the direction.
"Stroke it up and down."
He nearly jumped out of his seat at the sensation of another's hand on his cock. And of all hands, for it to be Haruhi's! Joy!
She was only touching him for a few seconds before the waitress returned and knocked politely on the side of the booth. They froze. Then Haruhi took charge, sitting up straight and pulling the two of them around the table. He couldn't believe it- she wasn't even fazed by this. In fact, it seemed as if-
"Yes?" Haruhi chirped, a fake little smile concealing her annoyance as the waitress looked in and set the glass down.
"Will you be needing anything else?" Haruhi began aggressively stroking Tamaki's cock, causing his face to screw up as if he was in pain. He leaned forward, his head resting on the table as she stroked him so hard and fast he had to use all his strength to keep from coming.
"No, that's fine, thanks."
The curtain closed and Tamaki came hard all over her hand.
"Hmm. Why'd you wait?"
"I'm not letting a total stranger see me orgasm!" He looked at her, mortified that she would ask that. Then he saw her about to contradict his answer and leaned in to kiss her. He let their lips touch for a beat before leaning back and smiling at her.