It’s no secret that I absolutely love being scandalous. And..

It’s no secret that I absolutely love being scandalous. And for me, there’s nothing quite as deliciously scandalous as making out in public with a much y0unger lover. I mean, let’s be real. Public displays of affection can be annoying as fuck. I fully acknowledge it. Especially when you’re just trying to have a relaxing dinner with your family, and the slut one table over simply cannot keep her tongue out of her boyfriend’s mouth. It literally p!sses me off. Unless, that is, I happen to be the slut in the question. I especially love when any onlookers can clearly discern that the y0ung stud whose mouth is currently housing my tongue is not the man responsible for putting the huge rock on my finger. And the disapproving looks from other women my age don’t dissuade me in the least. Quite to the contrary in fact. I’ll never forget the last time we entertained my y0ung alpha bull for an entire weekend. We generally don’t shy away from taking him out in public, but we will normally at least try to avoid the places that we normally frequent. But even so, you just never know who you might run into. Which is precisely the type of risk that gets my pussy wet. In any event, it was a brisk autumn Saturday and my pussy literally needed a short break. So we decided to head downtown for some steaks and cocktails. My husband absolutely loves a restaurant called Gibson’s at the intersection of Rush and Bellevue, so – being the sweet prognosticating wife that I am – I fortunately had the foresight to get us a reservation earlier in the day. The place was packed to the rafters, and our waitress was a blonde cutie named Sarah. We chatted her up a bit and learned that she was a junior at Loyola. I could see my alpha was ogling her in a way similar to how the Tazmanian Devil might size up Bugs Bunny on an empty stomach. So like any appropriately envious bitch, I cooked up what I believed to be a surefire way to turn his attention back to where it rightfully belonged. Not long after we ordered, Scott headed off to the restroom with a request to have Sarah bring him another drink if she happened to make her way back to the table before his return. I made my move the second that Scott left the table. With my mouth locked onto my alpha’s in the type of kiss that can only be described as foreplay, I deftly guided his hand to the hem of fluttery skirt. His instincts took over immediately, and within about 4 or 5 nanoseconds his thick middle finger began slowly easing its way into my most intimate part. Success was mine! But in my paranoia-induced zeal to mark my territory, I failed (dismally!) to factor in the vantage that our sexy little coed waitress would have in the event she happened by while I was sharing this little moment with my bull. And of course… she did. “Your calamari should be out any minute. Can I grab you guys anything in the… oh my. I’m soooooo sorry for interrupting!” My bull’s focus was completely locked in on the tight pussy that he’d come home for the weekend to own. He didn’t so much as flinch at the intrusion, and neither of made even the slightest attempt at that point to conceal our illicit activity from our y0ung new friend. The cat, so to speak, was already out of the bag. And let’s be honest, getting caught being fingered by a lover in public is my fucking jam. “No worries, dear,” I replied cooly. “Can you please bring my husband another Johnnie Walker blue.” “And what about you, sexy,” I said turning my attention to my stud. “Do you need anything else?” “Nope, I’m totally good with what I have” he answered completely on cue. The two of us were still laughing our asses off when Scott finally got back to our table.