Tina the Tourist Pt. 02

Following their first descent into intimacy, Tex and Tina were quite hungry. They had already satiated their carnal, lusty desires. Now it was time to solve hunger. She deferred to his decision-making. As a single mom, struggling to make ends meet and somehow still finding a way to make it happen, she often had decision-making fatigue. She liked how much in charge he was; however at the same time, he gave her options and made sure she was included in the decision-making. Tex also had the luxury of being the tour guide so he could get away with being a little more adamant about certain things, like where to visit.

Tex, a. k. a. Justin, chose a country-home, mom-and-pop place that was famous in downtown Fort Worth through years of faithfulness and consistency. The host smiled when Justin held the door open for Tina. She looked up Tina one side and down the other. Impressed for her friend, "Good evening, Justin. I see your tour went VERY well." She whispered just between her and Tina, "Seriously he never does this. You're really cute. I'm so happy for my friend." Fighting off the embarrassing evil eye from Justin, she redirected, "Right this way my friend."

As she giuided them, he introduced her. "Claire, this is Tina. She is visiting us from California and neither of us wanted the tour to be over."

Claire smiled. "I hope you too have the absolute best time tonight. Justin, you know if I can help please just let me know."

Their waiter Jose came to greet them and took their order. Tina was in love with the atmosphere and the decor. It was lively and decorated in a Texas style. If you close your eyes, and you thought of what a Texas-themed restaurant would be, this would be it. Texas Roadhouse tries to meet this and it is probably what people outside of Texas think our restaurants look like, but it had nothing compared to this. It was so much more authentic and true.

She asked Justin for recommendations on what she should drink. He recommended Shiner Bock if she was going to have a beer. He also recommended some of the local whiskeys. One he had even been to the distillery and could tell her all the stories. Seeing her tiny frame, he knew she would not have much resistance so he did not push her on drinking and steered her away from the margarita. He was having the absolute best night of his life. He did not want to ruin that with excessive alcohol. She decided on the Shiner. He asked for Coke, mainly because he wanted to remember the entire night. He whispered to her, "Would you like me to make a big confession?"

Nervous, she nodded, "Go ahead."

"I absolutely hate Dr Pepper. I know this makes me a horrible Texan. There is a close Dr Pepper museum an hour and 40 minutes away from here. I do not like it. Aside from hating the Dallas Cowboys, this is the thing that makes me the worst Texan."

She laughed again and pondered how funny he was. He has a special charm, wit and was actually funny. Part of her skeptically wondered if he was funny because he was reading off the script during the tour; however, watching him and interacting with him now, he was showed he was funny "in the moment." She had found a good one.

As they were waiting for their drinks, Tina was still feeling the night and a little turned on. She had some shiny new toy and couldn't stop playing with him. And THAT toy was taking her out for beer and tacos. She was still very much enamored. Now slowly, she crawled her hand over to his side of the table, slid her hand into his and asked if she could sit next to him. Justin, being a gentleman, of course vehemently agreed as she changed locations. She was now next to him and cuddled her head in between his chest and shoulder. "This is a really comfy spot, you know," she reflected.

He nodded, reflecting, "Yes, you feel unnervingly right." Slowly, she reached over and began to stroke the crotch of his jeans. Sure there was none around, she nonchalantly unhooked his belt, buckle and unbuttoned his jeans. Wearing an oversized belt buckle for the show and brand made for a difficult task, but Tina was up to the task. She unzipped his jeans nonchalantly and slowly just began to stroke, rub and caress his cock through his boxers.

He was annoyed, but at the same time, extremely happy, and he had external evidence to show. His cock was definitely growing, so she fished a block of ice out of the water, slid the cock out of his boxer briefs, and began to stroke and play with his now-growing member. She briefly reached in for her panties she had previously placed in his jeans for safekeeping and began to use them to surround his cock and stroke. This may have been the ultimate symbol of ownership for her. Her new guy's cock enveloped in her panties, her goal his pleasure.

Briefly pausing to order chips and salsa, she began to stroke more intently. With every stroke, his body told her how to adapt. Very much in tune with his body and the signals that he was giving, she knew how to stroke his cock just right without the aid of lube, with nothing but her spit and saliva and the ice from her water as needed. She had him in utter surrender, his biggest struggle right now was not to let the entire restaurant know that his newfound interest was jerking him off under the table. He rose to the challenge (pun kind of intended), and then he climaxed seconds before the chips and salsa arrived. He sat there in a crowded restaurant, cum all over his crotch, the danger of getting caught. Tina smile at him. "You know what I'm always wanted to try?"

"I was curious if you were all of a sudden, going to lose your keys and look for them underneath the table."

"I had thought about that," she pondered aloud. "No, I've always wanted to know what this would taste like." She took a chip in her hand, almost as though toasting, and underneath the table slid her chip into the cum. She paused for a second to look at it. She did love a good queso. Definitely not the color she was used to dipping things in, she observed to herself. It almost looks like a French dip. She shrugged her shoulders, smiled and said, "YOLO." She consumed the entire chip and remarked, "This somehow got even saltier."

He pushed back. "What part?"

"Honestly, both." When she was done dipping the chips into his cum, the two of them ordered their meal. For Justin, it was the burger. As with any red-blooded woman, she ordered tacos. They tasted wonderful and perfect and amazing and everything you've ever wanted. When the tacos arrived, Justin decided it was time for revenge.

Remember, dear reader, that Tina was still pantiless. He placed his hands on her left thigh, looked her straight in the eyes, and declared over her, "Mine." She was almost incredibly moistened. Then, he began to gently rub up and down the inside of her thigh. Almost to the crotch and then to her knee. He spent some time rubbing, teasing, caressing; this was not his first run around the block. She smiled, knowing he came to play. And also twice today at her hand. Wait, hand once and pussy once.

When he was ready, he began to tease her lips a little bit slowly robbing enjoying the touch. Her composure got harder to maintain. This man knew all her right spots, and they had only met a couple of hours ago. When he was done with the lips he moved more inside. He did everything but touched the clit and put his fingers inside her. He was very much sensing the pace and making her wild. Now, when he was ready, he found the clit, very quickly if I might say so. He began to tease her with it. Up down. Left right. Slowly observing her body, he knew what next to do and that's when he began to ramp up the intensity.

Remember, Justin is thick so he started off with his middle finger. He had to make sure it wasn't too much at one time. With a good rhythm and once he felt it was safe, he slid his ring finger in as well. As difficult as it was for her, she tried desperately to keep her composure. Fingering continuously but also listening to her rhythm. He waited patiently for his hand to be moistened in her squirt. Licking his hand, he immediately tried kissing her.

These were by far the best tacos he had ever had.