I flew back into town after a long week of work and couldn’t wait to get home. First thing I did was draw a nice bubble bath. I sank by body beneath the water and let my hands glide foam across my skin. I began to rub my body to arousal when another thought entered my mind. I wanted tonight to be naughty and adventurous. As much as I wanted to be home, I felt an urge to get out. I finished a proper wash and walked nakedly across the room to my closet. I took out my little satin summer dress and slid it over my body. Sexy was the only thought that came to mind, as the fabric brushed over my erect nipples and hugged every curve as it fell slightly below my ass. Panties were of no necessity tonight, naughty me had other things in mind. I left my house and headed to this new jazz club, not too far from my home. As I entered the club, I noticed it wasn’t too busy. I was feeling very frisky and wanted to find a not so well lit booth to enjoy a glass or two of wine and possibly myself. The tingling between my legs wouldn’t allow me to forget my true intentions for coming out as I sat down. I sat adjacent the bar. Just far enough to be left alone but close enough to have an audience, if I wanted. It didn’t take long after ordering that a handsome waiter brought my wine over. He was exactly what I needed. He wore a faintly hypnotising cologne that awakened all my senses. I scooted towards the edge of the booth to accept my drink. My dress barely covered me and now was exposing more. I couldn’t help but spread my legs, giving him a little peek of my freshly shaven pussy. As his eyes finally looked back up towards me, I gave him a quick smile and accepted his smile as appreciation. At this point, I hadn’t even taken a drink but needed to be touched. The music was playing and the wine was working it’s magic. I saw this as the perfect opportunity and placed my hand under my dress. I was rubbing my pussy when the waiter came with my second glass of wine. My finger started circling my clit as he told me he was getting off and to enjoy my night. I wanted to tell him to help make my night more enjoyable, by crawling under this table and licking my pussy until I cum. I resisted the urge but as he spoke, I felt myself getting wetter. I turned towards him a bit more and swung my leg open. Not too much but enough to make sure he noticed my occupied hand. He watched for a while, smiled and then walked away. I closed my eyes as my fingers where sending me into ecstasy. Moments later I saw him having a drink at the bar, watching me. The music was soothing, I had my audience and my desire to cum had become overwhelming. I put my fingers deep inside my pussy, my breathing depended and I moaned slightly. Intoxicating, I closed my eyes again and moved my fingers to the sound of the music. I had totally drifted away when I felt hands move my legs apart. My fingers were pulled from inside of me and a wet tongue was put in it’s place. Long strokes started to glide its way over my clit. He was under the table, face deep inside of me. I wanted to be satisfied tonight and he was actually doing it. I could not believe how great he felt as he fucked me with his tongue. It felt as if he knew exactly what I wanted and he wasn’t afraid to give it to me. He slide two strong fingers inside of me as he licked my extremely wet pussy. He then sucked my clit while pumping fingers inside of me, deeper and harder. Each suck and stroke was mesmerizing. I wanted to explode all over his face. His tongue moved like he couldn’t get enough of me. He invited himself under my table and I was going to fill his mouth with all my juices. He bit down softly on my clit, plunged his fingers deeper inside and I couldn’t hold back. My body started to shake uncontrollably and I exploded all over his hand and in his mouth. I felt the wetness rushing out and he kept sucking, not wanting to miss any of my cum. I kept my eyes closed for a moment until I could compose myself. My heavy breathing subsided and I could hear the band talking. I lifted my head up and slowly opened my eyes to see him standing there with my wine in his hand. He cleared his throat, smiled and said, “this one’s on the house”.