Hardcore

Keywords: Begin!, Games, Let, The,

Paul spotted a more ideal location, next to a window where he could very possibly use that to see behind him in its reflection. A distinct advantage, plus allowing them some privacy from the side, as it was a sectioned booth rather than an open table. "May we sit over there instead?" he asked their hostess hopefully. Luckily, she complied, seating them where he preferred. They also sat on the same side as opposed to sitting across from one another, not entirely out of the norm for several couples sharing an intimate dinner together. Angela slid into the seat first sitting to Paul's left, just as they had also planned. He quickly took note of their surroundings, pleased that he could indeed catch reflections in the window of anyone coming up from behind them or at an angle. There was one table sitting just across the narrow isle way from where they sat, though it was currently unoccupied.

"Seems perfect yes?" Angela asked as they sat scouring their menus. Already her hand had slid down to Paul's crotch, unzipping him as he had by now placed the linen napkin over his lap in preparation for her doing so.

"Not too bad," he replied. "Still a few areas that might give us problems, one blind spot that we'll have to keep an eye on occasionally, and there will also be the shear luck of customer seating if things get real busy here."

They had plenty of privacy for the simple task requirements, timing things perfectly after ordering their drinks, receiving them then taking a few more moments to review the dinner selections. Paul had positioned his camera at a decent angle that clearly covered things above the table. Angela using hers for any shots below the table itself, though even that would have to be adjusted from time to time as things progressed towards her end of things. With his erection now free from his slacks, it was a simple thing to move the linen cloth off to one side, clearly showing Angela's hand surrounding it as she pumped his prick for the required fifteen second period without disruption. With one of the simple preliminaries out of the way, they ordered soon after when their cute little waitress came back. The second of their preliminaries would be slightly more difficult, though her dress did indeed give Paul's had easy access to her pussy, it wasn't as accommodating in fully exposing her breast. Though according to the rules, only one breast had to be fully and completely exposed for the time requirements. Though her dress did indeed have a deep plunging "V" neck, it was unfortunately just tight enough that Angela couldn't reveal it fully without a great deal of difficulty, further complicating any necessary recovery in doing so should they be discovered.

"Let me think for a moment," Paul stated as they began working through this next requirement. He quickly realized with the back of her dress clasping about her neck, that the catch could easily be undone. "I have an idea," he told her. "Your tits are big enough that as long as you don't move much, your top should stay up on its own. When and if its safe enough however, it will also provide us a much quicker means to expose them, as well as cover you up again quickly should it become necessary." Angela agreed, quickly reaching up behind herself when the coast was clear enough, undoing the catch, then sat holding still as a simple test to see how well her dress really would hold up. It was tenuous at best.

"Well, it will have to do," he told her. Their waitress was already on her way back carrying their salads, so they waited patiently to be served before attempting the required breast exposement. Paul noticed as she did, that their waitress was a bit more observing that he would have liked, tossing Angela a curious look upon realizing that her dress was indeed undone about the neck. It was unfortunately designed that the neck straps had nowhere to go but fall down to either side of her neck in a very careless fashion.

"Uh...is there anything else I can get you while you're dinner's being prepared?" she asked tentatively, her eyes obviously glued to the curiously undone dress that Angela was wearing.

Paul found himself nervously wondering if this might pose them a problem later on as their waitress seemed genuinely curious, interested as to the "why" of things as she continued to hover even after being informed that everything was perfectly fine for the moment. Which is when Angela surprised them both.

"Well, there IS one thing," she announced somewhat shyly. "Perhaps you really could help us with a bit of an embarrassing request," she stated easily. Even Paul had no idea where any of this was going. But the look on their waitress's face relaxed as though she were about to be let in on the big secret.

"Sure...If I can," she stated actually leaning forward some as though to be whispered to about whatever Angela's request might be.

"Please don't laugh..." Angela began once again. "But the material of this new dress I'm wearing seems to be causing a skin reaction of some sort. I've got the worst case of the 'itchies' I've ever had. And I'm terribly embarrassed by this, but if I don't scratch them each soon...I'm going to go crazy!"

By the reaction of the waitress, she was both surprised as well as amused. "How can I help?" she asked once again curiously.

"Well like I said, this really is embarrassing, but if you wouldn't mind it...could you stand there as a bit of a shield against prying eyes while I scratch my boobs?"

Having been brought in to the clandestine request, the waitress was suddenly most eager and responsive to help in any way that she could. Fifteen seconds might be a bit long to sit there exposed, scratching herself in some effort to seek relief, but Paul found her ingenuity most welcome.

Looking about, standing...hovering at the best possible angle to shield Angela as she suddenly exposed both breasts, the waitress played her protective roll most amiably as Angela went through the motions of both scratching, as well as caressing herself (which was actually required) much to both Paul's bemusement, as well as their waitress's.

"I'm really sorry about this," Angela continued, still periodically scratching herself, then caressing as though to sooth the irritated areas of discomfort. "Make sure you leave her a really nice tip for doing this for me," she told Paul, who of course readily agreed. "I really can't thank you enough," Angela finished upon receiving a wink that the required amount of time had indeed been reached. She even managed to get the waitress to reach around, reclasping her dress for her as Paul watched, getting all of it on camera.

"If I need to...again, would you mind?" she asked the waitress just before leaving.

"Not at all," she assured her with a genuine smile. "Just let me know. I know what it's like to get itchy tits...nothing worse than what grass can do to them," she offered without going into any further detail. But her wink and knowing smile that they had just shared a common understanding together assured Paul and Angela that they had gotten away with it, and had in fact scored a few extra points for the obvious exposure and observance.

"Well done honey," Paul stated after their waitress had left. "That was brilliant in fact! Though I doubt I could have gotten away with having an itchy dick that needed scratching," he said laughingly.

"Probably not," Angela agreed, once again wrapping her hand around his still exposed penis, which they had both entirely forgotten about. "Hey! Think we'll get any points for that?" she wondered.

"I don't know...maybe. I guess it depends on how much we got on camera, but as I recall, I did have to reach and readjust my napkin after she left, so maybe!"

They had completed and performed all the necessary preliminaries; all that was left was attempt at the bonus points allowed for even more dangerous acts of sexual fondling and play. This is where things could get pretty dicey as there would be little if any room for explanation should they be discovered.

They spent the first several minutes actually enjoying their dinner once it had arrived, pondering and discussing the possibilities. A fifteen second, uninterrupted blowjob was going to be difficult to perform and get away with, but so would anything else be just as difficult. They could leave things as they were, they'd satisfactorily completed the major requirement, but neither of them wanted to walk away from dinner without earning a few extra needed points.

It was beginning to look like they would have to settle for just that however as by now someone was seated at the one clear table across the isle from them. For Angela to be able to perform giving him a blowjob now, it would simply be far too risky. They would be noticed in a heartbeat, and then all hell would no doubt break loose.

"Any ideas?" Angela asked. Paul thought for a moment more as they finished their desserts.

"Just one...but it is risky, and a lot will depend on our friendly helpful waitress," he told her.

"You're seriously not considering the 'itchy-cock' thing are you?" she asked nervously. Paul laughed.

"Not quite, but close. And it IS a bit dangerous, but it won't hurt to try...at least if we tell her before hand what we're considering, it will give us the chance to gage her reaction. If it's a bad one, we can simply laugh it off as a rather crude, poorly conceived joke, then leave her an even bigger tip to mollify any repulsion. IF on the other hand, she actually goes along with it, we could score some points BIG time."

"What do you have in mind?" Angela asked curiously. And so Paul laid out his idea to her.

"It might work," she said after hearing it.

"It might, especially since you seemed to establish a bit of a sisterly relationship with her during the scratch your titties thingy," Paul laughed.

Keywords: Begin!, Games, Let, The,

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