It's near closing at a fine restaurant, people are eating at the patio and I'm with you, on the second floor balcony of the restaurant, overseeing the customers down below. Upstairs, we're the only ones left, as I slide my chair next to yours and feed you bite by bite my tiramisou.

As we kiss and i caress your neckline, you whispers in my ear to touch you, and I slide my hand down your blouse and fondle your breasts.

"No.", you say, "Go under." I immediately get aroused and glide my hands under your blouse and feel your nipples hard as ripe cherries. You then grab my length over my pants with one hand, stroking me to the point where there's no more room in my pants for my thick eight inches. You then unzip me. I bend down from my chair, seemingly to get something I dropped, and glide my tongue along your inner thighs. Your juices smell so wonderful as I reach deeper into you with my tongue as i slide your panties to one side and i feel your hot, moist and wet softness crying for my love. Craving to be inside you, I push you up against the wall, my hands reaching under your skirt, and we kiss passionately and intensly as my length stretches hard and long, reaching for your sweet softness. Oh how moist and alluring you are, as I sink my length into you.

We both look down to the first floor, and can so visibly see other people eating their meals while our sex flows over the balcony's ledge. Suddenly, a waiter appears from the stairway, and notices us.

He did a 180 and went down the stairs just as smoothly as he came up. Knowing that he saw us made me cum so hard and deep into you. This desert wasn't on the menu...

but this is a true story. When we left the restaurant, our waiter grinned from cheek to cheek, and I left him a very nice tip, along with some leftovers of such a delicious desert. -p