Message-ID: <12663eli$9807022342@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: linemstr@aol.com (LineMstr) Subject: ASSM--ruthie's story III Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <1998070212050100.IAA11496@ladder03.news.aol.com> ruthie's Story By LineMstr Chapter 3 The table I had picked was next to a partition, so no one could sit on that side of us. I had placed ruthie next to the wall, so I would be between her and anyone who happened to be seated next to us, although at the present, the table was empty. I casually placed my right hand on her thigh, and slowly began slipping her skirt up toward the top of her hose. "Just what do you think you're doing?" she said, coyly, as she playfully tried to move my hand down. "Just checking to see what is under that skirt, if anything," I replied, somewhat sternly, but smiling. All this was as we were both trying to be as unobtrusive as possible. When I refused to let her move my hand, she just held it, somewhat guiding it as I proceeded to explore what were to me, at least at that moment, "uncharted waters." As I proceeded further, I came to the top of her thigh highs, and noted that she wore no garter belt. I felt further to find that she did indeed have on a pair of panties, although they were cut rather high, and I suspected that they would be interesting. However, I knew that I would never see her in them that night. The waiter came to deliver the wine. I was still feeling her panties. Rather than move my hand, I moved it down into her pussy, lightly rubbing her panties over her clit as he reached across the table to pour the wine. ruthie looked at him and at me, nervously, but made no attempt to move my hand or stop my action. I noted a perceptible quickening of her breathing but nothing more. If the waiter had a clue, he didn't let on. He returned shortly to serve the salads. I kept up my rhythm as he leaned across the table to sit the salads down in front of us. When he left, I moved my hand to pick up my fork, and proceeded to start in on the salad. ruthie let out a little moan and a whine of muted protest as I moved my hand away from her pussy, but I shrugged my shoulders as a sign that I had to eat, and so did she. She resigned herself to the fact that that was all she was going to get for a while, and proceeded to start on her salad as well. The waiter came and removed the salads and poured a little more wine. I leaned over to ruthie and said, "Remove your panties for me." "Here, now!!??" "Yes, right here, right now," I replied, in my most stern voice... not smiling. She knew I was serious. ruthie reached up under her skirt, hooking her fingers into the side waistbands of her panties and, trying to still be unobtrusive, slipped them down over her buttocks and down the sides of her long legs. She did have to lift her ass off the seat a bit and, at least to me, it was rather obvious what she was doing. She was looking around the room nervously, as she struggled a bit to get them over her ass and down her legs. When she got to the knees, it became harder. She had to lean over quite a bit, and lift each leg up toward the seat in order to slip them off her ankles, but she managed without stirring up any perceptible commotion among the sparse other diners in the restaurant. Soon, she held her panties in her lap, seeming to hope that the waiter didn't pick that time to come back. "Give them to me." She handed the small package to me, and I got up and walked to the other side of the table to place them in the side pocket of her coat, which she had draped over the back of one of the chairs on the other side of the table. I sat down again beside ruthie. "Don't sit on your skirt... raise it in back so your ass is directly on the seat." The seat was made of soft vinyl to simulate leather, but I knew it would be cold on her bare ass... and it was. As she complied, the tops of her stockings were in full view to me, and she gritted her teeth and exhaled slowly as her ass came in contact with the seat. Again, my hand crept toward her now naked pussy, but this time she made no attempt to stop me at all. My fingers reached her pussy hair... no panties covering it now... and slowly slid down over her clit... and along the sides into her slit which, by now, was getting quite wet. I slowly slid my finger down and up along the sides of her clit, occasionally running it directly over the little nubbin. I could feel it swell under the stimulation, and was sure it was becoming more sensitive by the second. ruthie was as stoic as she could be under the circumstances, but again her breathing quickened, and an occasional slightly perceptible moan would escape her lips. She was keeping one hand on the table, toying with the wineglass and taking an occasional nonchalant sip, and the other was in her lap, gently caressing my wandering hand. Then the waiter came with the entrees, and the action stopped again as we began eating. As before, he made no notice of having a clue as to what we were doing under the tablecloth. We finished the meal, making light conversation as we ate, pretending that nothing had happened. We ordered coffee, and neither of us wanted desert. As we were finishing coffee, I leaned over to ruthie. "I want you to take your coat and go into the ladies room. I want you to strip completely, except for your thigh highs and heels. Put on your coat, and button it as if you were ready to leave. Bring your clothes out and give them to me." "Are you crazy? Everyone will see me handing you my clothes!" "I know... that's the idea... besides, we're leaving as soon as you get out. Just DO IT!!" I commanded, as sternly as I could muster under the rather stimulating circumstances. "Yes, Sir," ruthie replied, her head bowing just slightly, and I moved to let her out. She picked up the coat and wandered off to the Ladies Room. I had another cup of coffee, and paid the check. After what seemed to be an eternity, ruthie came back out, her clothes wrapped in about as tight a bundle as she could manage, and were held close to her with her coat hiding them as well as it would. I got out, put on my coat, and held out my hand. She put the clothes in my hands, and we turned to walk out. As we headed for the door, I noticed several rather astonished people watching us leave. As we went out the door, I told ruthie to unbutton her coat. [continued -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----