0 comments/ 34305 views/ 4 favorites Dinner Out By: Nightwolf We've gone out for dinner on a weeknight... a nice restaurant, soft candles, music in the background and such. There aren't too many people there with us and we have a corner table to ourselves. You're looking lovely in one of your short skirts and a nice blouse, and you know it - you've been teasing me all night and it's driving me crazy - leaning forward to let me see your beautiful tits down your top, or spreading your legs enough to show you're freshly shaven and not wearing any panties. Finally I can't take it any more. I reach over, grab your head and pull you to my face; kissing you deeply before you can protest, our tongues meeting and twisting between the two mouths. At the same time one of my hands reaches up to tease and massage those wonderful breasts, feeling the nipples harden beneath my palm. You moan a bit and then gasp as you feel my hand move down and start sliding up your legs, lifting the skirt as the cool air reaches your crotch... protesting that someone might see, but I tell you to shush...it's time to pay for your teasing. I lift it up higher, pushing your legs apart as the fabric rides up to your hips... a few of the other people are watching by now, but no one says anything. I begin to massage your pussy while still kissing you - mostly just trailing my fingers over the lips, teasing your clit... not putting them in at all, but knowing that you're getting hotter. You're moaning a bit louder now, sitting with your legs splayed and everyone can see you're getting wet. I pull away from your face for a moment to take your clit between two fingers and pinch just a little as I tell you to open your blouse and show everyone your tits. Your breathing is in coming in gasps and pants by now... I pinch a little harder as you hesitate... then you reach up with shaking hands and unbutton your blouse, opening it slowly... rubbing and cupping your heaving breasts as you show them to the appreciative crowd. The nipples are obviously hard, and my mouth moves down to slowly lick across one as you moan again. "Good girl," I say, starting to rub your clit again as I suckle at a nipple for a moment... God, it's hard... and you're DRIPPING wet into my palm! It excites me so when you get like this. Then I stand up and pull you to your own feet; telling you that you're still going to pay for teasing me. I turn you around and push gently on your shoulders to bend you over the table, lifting your skirt again as everyone gets a better view of your rear and the hot cleft between your legs. You look back over your shoulder, getting a little bit embarrassed again as you wonder what's next. Then I tell you to spread your legs so that your fans can see. You hesitate, then you feel the *SMACK* of my palm on your ass... a quick slap as you feel the heat of my hand. You moan again as you spread your feet slowly, still a little shy. Another *SMACK* as I say "Hurry..." This time you comply... your legs shoulder width apart, still looking back as you're bent over the table... blushing in a mixture of pleasure and shame, with your ass pointed right at the crowd... two large red handprints still burning on your cheeks... you know that with your legs spread like this they can see your shaved lips, all swollen and dripping, and your own hand that has started working your nipple. I tell you you're not warm enough yet, as I continue to spank you - a slow rhythm, one butt cheek and then the other, letting you catch your breath for just a moment between each slap. You're getting wetter and hotter at the show you know everyone's getting, as well as with the punishment that you love. Then my swats stop; you start to turn your head to look, but feel my hand pushing you back to the table as you hear me moving something behind you. Then you jump as you feel a slightly cold, thick liquid dripping onto your asscrack... just at the top... you wonder what it could be as you feel it slowly oozing down...lower...lower... finally with a tickle reaching your puckered little rosebud. My fingers touch you there then, massaging gently in circles around the rim of your ass. You gasp again, pushing your ass back to meet my touch as I slowly start to work a finger inside, the oily liquid easing the path into your tight hole. I pump it in and out all the way to my knuckle as as you moan louder... and then I surprise you with a sudden *SMACK* from my other hand... Again pumping... and *SMACK*. And again. Loving the way your body jumps with each one, the way your ass clenches at my finger, and the way you look bent over like this as I prepare you. I have two fingers in you now - as deep as they will go as I twist and probe... still spanking you slowly with the other hand as I tell you this is what happens to naughty teases. Your butt cheeks are on fire, but your moans and gasps only get louder - and your pussy is running down your thighs it's so wet and hot. Then you hear the sound you've been waiting for as I unzip my fly right behind you. I pull my fingers from you, seeing your now-lubed hole slowly tighten again... then immediately line up the head of my cock and start pushing slowly forward... you moan in that slight pain this time as you try to adjust to the size... the head of my dick finally popping inside you as you cry out... I pause for a moment to let you adjust... and to revel in the exquisite tightness... and then I start to push deeper... slowly but firmly... feeling you stretch wide... a low moaning cry/wail of pain and pleasure the whole time as my cock fills your ass. God what an incredible feeling! Finally I'm buried to the balls as I rest for a moment, enjoying the sheath around my hardness as you look at all the people watching me sodomize you. Then, I start to fuck you - no more gentleness, but long, hard strokes filling you deep inside. One of my hands pressing your shoulder blades holding you down, the other slapping your ass again... switching sides every few strokes to *SMACK* you hard. You can feel my balls slap your pussy and clit as I bury myself each time, and I can feel the heat from your crotch upon mine. The people left in the room have all moved a bit closer, strangely silent as they observe our passion. I'm talking in your ear the whole time, asking if my girl likes her assfucking; if she likes being punished for teasing. The yes's of your response lost in your moans, the sounds of you begging me to fuck you harder and deeper. I'm moving faster now, the oil making it easier to use your tightest hole. You reach one hand down to rub your clit in time with my thrusts as your own pleasure rises, loving the way I drive you into the table with a grunt each time I bury myself, deeper than you thought anyone could go. Moving faster as our breathing both gets heavier, the pants and cries indistinguishable from each other. Until finally... I cry out... shoving all the way in as my cock erupts inside you... hot sticky jets of cum shooting out... filling your bowels in that unique way... your own fingers pinching your clit as you cry out and shake in orgasm under me. Holding myself deep as we spasm together. Then taking a last few hard jabs with my still-embedded prick as I look down to see your hole, red and raw around me with my sperm glistening as it oozes out. Then pulling myself from you, still holding you down as I wipe myself clean and put my cock back inside my pants. Only then pulling you to your own feet to lead your still-dazed body out the restaurant past everyone as you feel my sticky cum slowly oozing from your burning hole... Dinner Out On the side of the road they see a diner. They decide to stop and go in for a bite to eat. There's a table on the opposite side of the entrance, where as everyone walks in, it's the first table seen on the rear. It's hot inside of the diner. The waitress brings them over a cup of ice water. Mark picks his cup up and starts to drink. Cherry begins to dig in the cup for an ice cube. Suddenly, she begins slowly to rub the ice cube on her my head, her face. She lays her head back and slowly slides the ice cube down her neck and finally into her cleavage where Mark sees it melt. She takes another ice cube and while staring into his eyes, she unbuttons her shirt and starts to rub the ice cube through the bottom of her breast and now, hard erected nipples. Noticing the look on his face, she becomes tempted to torment him further. She takes a third piece of ice and takes her hands down towards her lap. Mark looks underneath the table and notices that Cherry is sliding the ice cube between her legs and by the look in her face, he could tell what heights that piece of ice would reach. Then it all stops. The waitress approaches and asked for their order. Upon her departure, Mark turns to Cherry and says, "You need to stop. You are getting me horny." She responds, "What are you worried about there's no-one else around." She takes out a 4th piece of ice cube and inserts it way deep inside of her wet, tight pussy. She takes the napkin sitting on the table. Lays it flat underneath her butt as the juices poor out of her ice wet aching pussy. She hands the napkin over to Mark. He puts it to his face to smell her. This only gets him more aroused. Suddenly, she notices his hands reaching beneath the table. Pants unzipped. His arm is now moving in an up and down motion. His eyes and face mesmerized with lust. She realizes he is stroking his hard aching cock. They look around and notice that the restaurant is still pretty much empty. To his surprise, when he looks over to look at Cherry, she is gone. He feels her hands upon his thighs underneath the table and her mouth embracing his hard throbbing cock. She begins to suck on it as if it where the best lollipop she ever had. The more and the faster she sucks it, the harder it gets. She feels the ripples on his cock throbbing against her mouth. With every stroke of her mouth against his hard aching cock, the pulsing of his cock becomes stronger and the cock harder like a rock. As he is arriving at his peak. He takes both her hands and tells her to crawl up in front of him from underneath the table. As she stands in front of him, he pulls down her panties. His cock standing erect. He places each of her legs on either side of him and forces her to shove his cock deep inside of her wet, tight pussy. He feels the warmth inside of her pussy. Her juices pouring down his cock. He feels every pulse inside of her as she sucks his hard aching cock with her tight pussy. She grabs a hold of the back of his seat with his hands now holding the sides of his seat, she starts to ride his cock as if she were riding a wild horse. Fucking him so hard and fast, his cock beings to throb even more. With every thrust she makes against his cock, he feels at his edge to explode. The feeling of his cock throbbing against her insides, excite her to point. She continues to fuck him, she becomes wetter. He feels her liquids running down his cock. She starts to pump him faster, and suddenly he feels her nails digging into his back. But with her every move, she makes what's going on more obvious. Yet no one notices. He pulls her off and lifts her up on the table, placing her legs on each side of his chair. He orders her to lay back on the table as he enjoys his entree. He spreads her legs wide opened and reaches out for one of the bread sticks that the waitress had laid on the table. He slowly inserts it inside of her wet dripping pussy as he begins to stroke her clit with his tongue. Suddenly she lets the flaps on her shirt swing open. Her hands crawl inside of her bra and she pulls her hard erect breasts out of her bra and begins to lick them and suck on them, as he continues to fuck her with a bread stick. At every thrust he makes and every lick he slaps her clit with, she becomes more and more aroused. The sounds of pleasure now coming out of her mouth, seem to be getting louder and this arouses him more. He stands up in front of her and tosses the seat he sat in away from him. He places his hard aching cock in front of her pussy and rams it inside of her. As he is fucking her, he grabs a hold of her waist with both his hands and lowers his face down to suck against her nipples. Her body thrusts itself unto his. He becomes tremendously aroused as he feels her shove her wet pussy against his hard throbbing cock. He stands in front of her and she immediately begins to suck on her breast while the other hand is now stroking her clit making her wet dripping pussy tighter around his cock. She feels the pulsing of his cock against the inside of her pussy. He feels the warmth of her pussy, tight and wet against his cock. He starts to fuck her harder and it only drives him to fuck her harder when she whispers dirty things in his ears. How she loves his cock fucking her. He attempts to shove his cock deeper inside of her, she screams with pain of pleasure. The sensation gets stronger. Their hormones are exited and he wants to explode inside of her. She sits up to look at him as his cock pounds into her wet soaking pussy and tells him, "Take me like you like it". As he thrusts his cock madly inside of her, he begins to pump faster and he feels as she wet tight pussy explodes on his cock. He continues to fuck her harder. Pumping his cock inside of her as if the world were going to end. He suddenly explodes inside of her as she continues to shove her body and pussy against his hard aching cock . He pulls out of her wet swollen puss. Cock erected. They sit for a while and stare each other. Suddenly Mark looks up at the ceiling, "There's a camera filming us." Cherry looks around and noticed that not only were they on camera, but the waitresses, the cooks and the people who had entered the diner in those minutes, they were being watched. Everyone stunned at what they had seen, including the cop who had walked in and could not arrest us. Wonder why? Dinner Out Feeling a little bad that we haven't spent any time away from the apartment, we decide to go out for dinner. Arm in arm we follow the Maitre'd to our seats. all eyes , especially mine , are on my baby. I swear I heard at least one person berate their date for staring. Thinking back to earlier this evening, remembering her getting ready. Towel clad, walking through the apartment. Trailing her to the bedroom, leaning against the doorjam, watching her. Knowing if I stepped in to that room, we'd never leave for dinner. It took more strength than I thought I had. I did however allow myself the pleasure of holding her hand on the ride over, gazing deeply in to her eyes, but to be safe I kept the privacy partition open. Sitting in a quiet corner booth, candle light, soft music. Maybe it might be fun to try to resist her for as long as I could. In truth it was incredible hard to sit this close and not show my affection to her. After making our orders, we sat, side by side, heads turned to each other, exchanging looks, both with silly grins, almost to oblivious to the others in this room, the sounds of plates and glasses, silver and the murmurs of conversations barely filtering in. Completely lost in one another. We both started with a light appetizer, followed by the soup. Smiling and laughing, sharing comments and stories about this and that. Taking her hand into mine, resting beneath the table, peering towards each other like empassioned lovers. I half joked if we could get our entre to go. "Oh no" she whispered "we just got here" releasing my hand to grip the water glass, taking a sip. Now my hand laying upon her thigh, through the silk I felt the warmth of her skin. I noticed that she didn't wear stockings, I didn't mind, I find her skin even softer than the sexy thigh highs she usually wears. Feeling a bit playful and rather bold, I chose just as the waiter approaches with our entres, to slide my hand down to the hem of her dress, right at her knee. Realizing she can't say or do anything without making a scene, her eyes dart to mine, both of us sharing a wicked little grin. As bowls are removed and plates put in place, fingertips, slowly , as not to draw any undue attention, stroke heavenly smooth skin. Fingers stretched out and closing, skimming over in intricate designs. Even when the waiter left I continued to caress, moving further up the leg. With both palms on the table, nails slightly pressed, in almost a clench. Her eyes with a silent plea not to stop. Thankful for the long tablecloth, I keep on gliding up. Both of us ignoring our meals, trying to sate a more important hunger. Her breath becoming short with anticipation. In truth , I was rather surprised at my discovery, she gasped when the gentle stroke of my fingertips did not run over delicate silk or a lacey pattern, but instead the hot soaked folds of her furnace. Smiling broadly, well before did I , whispering in my ear " I really didn't think you'd wait this long...figured you'd find this out in the limo" Biting my earlobe as she brought her leg up and over mine, giving me a wider range of motion. I took my napkin out of my lap and placed it in hers, concealing my actions. Cirling and teasing, pulling on the outer edge , loving her tiny whimpers and moans, with the occasional gasp. Watching her grit her teeth and stifle a sound that would have drawn everyones' attention in the room, as I stop teasing and slide in, feeling the heat of her core, seeing how she quivers, the walls contracting tightly. Retracting slowly , still rigid and straight, now soaked in her sex, gliding back into her, watching her hands ball into fists pulling the tablecloth as her leg extends fully. Curling my middle finger with deliberate intent, over the spot, a spot I know well. A beckoning motion, using just the right amount of pressure. Leaning in, nuzzling her ear, moaning deeply that I couldn't help myself, and hinting that perhaps I should stop. The next thing I felt was her palms clamped to the back of my hand, holding it in place. Pausing a moment, trying to calm herself, before uttering "...get the check!" Wrapped dinners ,a rather befuddled waiter, and minutes later we are in the back of the limo. Quick instructions to the driver to tour the island, and a raising of the partition. When I turned back to face her, sitting in the middle of the seat, leaning back, seductively hiking up her dress, and spreading for me. In a blink I was on my knees devouring her, driven to finish what I started in the resturant. Hands on the back of her knees, hoisting the up, apart and back, my tongue drawn over her sex again and again. As her nails dug in the back of my head, finally able to let loose her once muffled gasps, turning to gutteral growling and sharp shrieks, arching her back. Jutting her hips up and at me. Lapping at her womanhood, suckling at her lips, so swollen and pink. Thrusting my finger cautiously in to her essence. Her drenched loins quenching my thirst, but not yet the hunger, my hunger to pleasure her. Tongue and finger working as one, frantically bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Her inner walls tightening, almost trembling. Legs locked out, feet pressed against the opposite cardoor jams. Hips thrusting up and back, arched so that her bottom has lifted off the seat. As she races towards the threshold , I peer up and over her body, always getting the same feeling amazement when I look at her, how she can arouse me like no other, how she makes me want never to stop. The shuttering and cries of passion brings me back to my desire. Her form dropping back to the seat, writhing and hips churning. Enjoying the waves of her climax washing over and through her, loosening her grip as she finally gives herself , fully , to the sweet release. Her panting calms when it is time, but not without effort. Laying much stiller than before, as I kiss tenderly on and around her softness, over the thighs, looking up at the Goddess. Meeting her eyes, half closed with heavy lids, and a rather satisfied grin on her face. With great care I pull the dress down covering her most intimate, and rest my head in her lap. As I feel her fingers lovingly run through my hair, she purrs after a light sigh " We should go out to dinner more often" Dinner Out When we both left that morning for work, we didn't actually know how it would end up, we just made plans for dinner in the West End. What an evening it turned out to be. He showed up in a suit, different than what he wore to work, dark, cut sharp, a crisp white button down shirt. I'm wearing a skirt and top, hose, nice heels, I usually dress differently but this is a special night. I have a secret. He takes me to a quiet restaurant, not too fancy, I'm a regular person, but I like quiet and cozy areas where conversations can be held. We sit next to each other, each ordering a glass of wine; a bottle would be too much for what we are to do. I like Italian, I'm glad he picked this place. We sit and talk, my hand on his thigh, lightly rubbing, I like touching at all times, and a suit thrills me. His left hand is on my thigh, his right is playing with the hairs on the back of my neck, and I can't concentrate. Just the gentle touching and soft talking turns me on. Knowing that the man in the suit and tie, very upstanding looking wants me, god what more can you ask for. Thinking about what's under that shirt, and that I might get to touch it, I wait. We finally make it through dinner, I don't remember eating, I laugh, he's taken all of my attention. We decide to go for a walk, people watching in the West End. I enjoy strolling, holding hands, thinking about what the next step in this night will be. I am filled with anticipation. We stop to listen to the music being played on the street. He whispers into my ear, sending shivers up my spine. He wonders if I would like to go back with him to his room and relax. My heart is pounding; I've waited forever for this. I say yes. We walk slowly, enjoying the companionship. We get to the room; he unlocks the door and turns to me taking me into his arms. He reaches to feel me, gliding his hands over and under my skirt. His eyes go wide when he realizes what has been under my outfit all night. I laugh at his expression. My eyebrows rise up as if to say, you like? I take him by the hand and lead him to the bed. I help him to undress, the tie first, my hands slowly undoing the buttons one by one on his white shirt. I undo the belt, and start to slide off his slacks; he has kicked off his shoes for me. I bend, slowly sliding his boxers and slacks down his body, I get to his feet, he lifts one, I remove his sock, he lifts the other, I do the same, all the while his cock is steadily getting harder and pressing into my cheek. I ask him to lie on the bed, stretch out. I put pillows behind his head. My lips can't stay away; I'm ready to taste him. I run my tongue up and over his nipples, going back down to put my mouth over his cock, licking and teasing. Taking one ball in my mouth, my hands continuing over his body to his nipples where I tweak them gently. All the while I am fully clothed, he knows nothing of how my hot wet body feels, but is dying to. His hands reach for my hair, and I gently take his cock into my hand, touching the tip, running my hands over it, licking, and stroking the shaft, wanting it fully in my mouth. I finally take it fully with my lips leading the way. My hands are running up the length of his body, I let his cock slide down my throat. I put my hands on the bed, rising myself off of him, letting only my mouth touch his body. My mouth on his cock, I now lick it, suck it, taking it deeper into my mouth. Only my mouth is feasting on his cock, licking and sucking, his hands are grasping my hair, he moans my name "Jackie, please.....oh god." He rises off the bed; I suck faster loving the feel of him in my mouth. I make my mouth move up and down on him, faster and faster I move over his hard throbbing cock. It is moving with my movements, throbbing to my heartbeat, licking it I go from the base to the tip, sucking on the end, sliding it back where I want it, deep...deep inside. I get on my knees, raising his ass higher in the air, still sucking and licking, my hands on his ass. I lick-suck-lick-suck. I can't get enough of him. He rams my head into his cock saying, "suck me baby, oh please god suck me." I do as I'm told. Deeper into my mouth I take him, he's pumping and breathing hard, pumping deeper. I struggle to breathe, but I know I want his cum in my mouth. "Suck it, suck it," he screams with need. I suck and suck, his throbbing cock gets harder, I stroke it at the base with my hand while the other holds up his ass. He pumps once...twice...three times, his release is explosive. I suck it down, over and over he pumps his juices into me, I greedily accept it. His body relaxes, and eases back onto the bed, panting and gasping, he is still holding my head in his hands. I look up at him, smile and say "It's nice to finally get the chance to work with you in person boss." "Are you ready for your surprise now?" Dinner Out I want to tell you about a date we'll have soon. We will have spent most of the previous seven days in bed fucking. Taking time off only to eat, go to the bathroom, and sleep. And frankly, we will have fucked through most of those activities as well. To celebrate the 500th orgasm I've given you, I decide to take you out to a nice dinner. You know that I want you in your sexiest dress. Garters and stockings, a lacy bra and thong feel great under your best evening gown. You see me waiting for you in my favorite suit. I've reserved a table at the nicest restaurant in town. And as we drive, you are frustrated, as I don't even touch you. You raise up your dress showing me the top of your stockings, hoping to get a response from me. But as I make conversation, you realize that for now, the itch in your pussy will go unscratched. The 15-minute drive is the longest we've been together without some part of my body thrusting into one of your holes. You can feel the come that I've placed inside you slowly oozing from your pussy to completely soak your panties. And you can't help but squirm in the car seat as the burning in your ass reminds you of the hard fucking I gave your ass an hour or so before. You get out of the car and your nipples ache from how much I have sucked and bitten them. We are shown to our table and sit. We make small talk. Under the table, you kick off your shoe and trace your toe up my leg. As you get higher, you see me trying not to react. But once you reach my crotch, you find that I am as hard as I can be, my pants barely holding me in. You think about crawling under the table and taking me into your mouth. You've missed what I said and asked me to repeat myself. I say that I want to see your tits. Wondering what I mean, you tease me by unbuttoning the top two buttons of your dress. You know that I can see a generous amount of your cleavage, but I ask for more. Two more buttons reveals your bra. A bit self-consciously, you look around, while I stare at your chest. I say "No. That won't do. Got to the ladies room and take off your bra." You think for a moment, and then get up and walk to the restrooms, the buttons still undone. Most of the people you pass look with desire at your tits. After removing your bra and steeping out of the ladies room, you see me talking to a beautiful woman that is standing next to me. You step into the dining room feeling your tits shake obscenely with every step. The buttons are still undone as you know that is what I want. Every head turns to watch you walk and your nipples harden from the excitement. Walking closer, you see that the woman is our waitress. A woman too beautiful to be working here, with an incredible body and beautiful face. I have ordered for both of us and she turns to go as you sit down. You look just in time to see her looking down the top of your dress with a smile on her face. I look at your tits and smile. And you bring a hand up to touch your nipple as I, and a few of the tables near us watch. You slide your hand inside your top and pinch your nipple hard. It makes you gasp and close your eyes. And when you open them, you see me, the couple behind me, and our waitress, all staring with our mouths open. Our dinner comes and it is delicious. You continue to play with my cock with your toes as I have you play with one and then the other nipple. Keeping them hard throughout dinner. Before the dessert comes, I tell you loudly to go to the bathroom and take off your panties. You smile as you know most of the people sitting around us heard me perfectly. All the heads turn as you get up and walk to the bathroom. Your dress is by this time unbuttoned to your waist and all see your nipples as you walk. You remove your panties and place them in your hand. You realize that you did not bring your purse. They are wet, and smell of your pussy and my come. But just as you step out of the ladies room, you come face to face with our waitress. A flash of genius comes and you ask her if she can bring me something. She agrees and you place your soaked panties in her hand and kiss her on the lips. You've surprised her but she quickly recovers. Her tongue slides into your mouth and you taste her. But it's over in a few seconds and she turns to walk toward me. She looks over her shoulder and winks at you as she walks to me. You watch her hand the panties to me as she and I talk. I say something, she nods yes, and I hand the panties back to her. You are shocked as she brings them to her nose and smells us. And you moan as her tongue slips out to taste your pussy. But by the time you come to the table, she is gone. Your dress is practically falling off you while you sit in front of me, feeling how much your pussy wants me inside you. But our dessert comes and we chat as we eat. You feed me with your spoon, each time licking it clean after I take a bite. It reminds you of how you lick the come from my cock after each time I fucked you. And you can taste my come still. After we are done, I reach into my pocket and bring something out. I hand it to you as the waitress comes with our coffee. It's a small vibrator. Both you and the waitress stare at it as I tell you to stick it in your pussy. You stand as the waitress watches your every move. But I say, "No. Do it right here." And our waitress and I both watch as you slip it under your dress and into your incredibly wet pussy. Your face blushes with embarrassment having just placed it inside you right in front of us. We are both smiling at you. I take the waitresses arm and pull her head to mine. You hear me whisper to her, "Turn it on for her." She turns her head and kisses me deeply, sharing the tongue that has been both in your mouth and in your panties. For a second you consider calling it off. But before you can do anything, she is behind you, bending over you, pressing her chest into the back of your neck. Her hand is on your bare shoulder and it slides lower. Her palm rubs across your nipple and she twists it roughly with her fingers. Her arm travels down further through the top of your dress and her fingers travel across your naked stomach. She reaches your pussy as her faces comes next to yours. You turn to kiss her and feel her fingers explore your pussy and lightly touch your clit. You push your tongue into her mouth and feel the vibrator jump to life. It takes less than a second for your first orgasm to come. There are very few people left in the restaurant, but still, your moans are loud. You gasp into her mouth and she keeps you from making too much noise. Her hand travels back up your body and it leaves your dress without even touching your nipples. Then she walks to my side of the table. She stands behind me while you watch as she takes her wet fingers and feeds them to me, causing you to go on to your next orgasm. You come. Many times. You must hold onto the table to keep from falling over. What seems like hours go by. Finally, you feel the vibrator begin to slow. In a few minutes, it dies and lays silent inside your pussy. You've killed it. No battery can possibly last longer than you. You look up at me to see me staring at you. As I help you stand, you realize that you are covered with sweat. Your dress clings to your back, your sides, your tits and your ass. We walk towards the door and you vaguely hear the vibrator hit the floor after it slips from inside you. I help you put on your coat and you look down to my pants. You see that I have come from simply watching you. Your body still shakes and you are dizzy. I walk you to the car and seat you inside. As I get in, you hear a noise in the back seat. You turn to look and see our waitress sitting in our car. She is holding your panties to her face and smiling. As I start the car I say, "Hope you don't mind, but I invited her home to join us tonight." It's going to be another long night. Dinner Out What a fun dinner it was. You both laughed and teased, talked about life, about game, about everything. You wore a little dress, pretty and a little short, but not shockingly so. The dress has built in support, so your "girls" are comfy in the dress without having to wear a bra. You remember when you picked it out, checking the padding in the cups of the dress, worried about how thick the fabric was, what if it was cold? Or what if it was hot? Well, it fit nicely, and he told you how pretty you look in it, as he kissed you on the cheek and put one arm around your waist, making you feel a little dizzy for a moment. And you went to dinner, on that motorcycle he's always teased you with. Sort of nice, the engine thrumming under you, but you were too busy trying to keep the wind from blowing your dress all the way up around your waist. Didn't pay too much attention to the engine. Wouldn't do to have the whole highway seeing what you were wearing under there, would it? Which reminds you, are they still snug? Can't have any panty lines while you're walking out of the restaurant. You bought these for him, after all. He should be the only one who sees them. At least at first. He might decide to show you off sometime. And that would be ok, you think. Kind of sexy, really. He told you he wanted to feel you up in public, make you stop still and feel it. Soft and lavender, satiny sheened, and low, so low. You know he likes that. Full backed, too. You were going to get a thong for tonight, but these just looked so pretty. And when you tried them on? Oh. You looked delicious, even to you. That soft satiny lavender snug up against your pouty sexy little mound. It was too nice. You had to look for a bit, and think about his face when he got to see them. And over those, the dress. Floral, pretty, girly. Like you like. Like you know he'd like, too. And it was a fun dinner. You leaned over to get the napkin you'd dropped, and you caught him looking down your dress. That felt sort of sexy too. Just like you knew it would. You saw his eyes shine as he looked, and you knew your cleavage was luring him. You giggled at him, and with a swift move, put your foot in his lap under the table, leaving your heels behind. And yes, you could feel something in there, with your foot. And as you rub him a moment with your bare foot, he clasped your foot with his hand, and pressed it against himself, while the two of you locked eyes and just breathed together like that. You, half bent over, suddenly feeling like your breasts were about to spill out for him, and your foot on his cock, and you just looked at each other, and you knew. All of dinner was like that. You'd drop something and show him your luscious curves. He'd say something filthy under his breath. You got up to use the bathroom, swaying past him, brushing your hip against him as you walked out. At the edge of the dining room, you looked back, and he was staring at you. Watching your ass in your short dress. You liked that. It felt sort of soft, and feminine, that he was watching, that you were on display. And everyone knew whose you were. Whose ass that was you were practically wagging as you strutted out. All of a sudden the dress that wasn't so short felt pretty short indeed, and your smooth bare legs felt very bare. You liked that. You liked it so much that while you were in the bathroom you thought about flashing him when you came back. How could you do that…as you were getting back in your chair, just flip up your dress and show him a little flash of your lavender panties? You couldn't really, not without showing everyone else behind him what panties you were wearing. And you didn't want to show them. Not unless he told you to. After that look in his eyes down your dress, you would do anything he told you, you can tell. Even if it was embarrassing, or slutty. You'd do it, cause you love to do what he says. And embarrassing, and slutty, aren't so bad to feel, sometimes. But now you're on the way home. And you're not sitting behind him on the bike now. And the wind isn't such a big deal now, since he lives so far out in the woods, that there's no other cars. He's riding the throttle too, it sounds like, cause you can feel the engine humming. He's got you sitting in front of him, reaching around you to steer, and your feet up on the front pegs. That puts you right in his lap, basically, with his arms around you, and a low grumbling throb underneath you both. The Yamaha Virago has a wasp waist seat. The cushioned seat meets the gas tank like the center of an hourglass. You're perched right on the front of the seat, just behind the hard metal of the gas tank. As you're riding along, he calls to you over the wind, and asks if you want to try something. You can hardly breathe in the wind and the rush, and those arms around you, leaning back against his chest, and all you can do is wordlessly nod to him. Yes, you want to try something. Anything. And all of a sudden, he takes his arms off the handlebars, and you feel him lift your dress up a little, so your panty-covered ass is right up against him, and your dress is around your waist now, and you can feel the wind all over you, like hands, like tongues licking you. Just when you're getting over the sudden rush of wind on your damp panties, he rubs against you from behind. Oh, god. There it is. That thick cock you had your foot on for a precious moment earlier. You remember it felt like stepping on a hose, it was so firm. And even though it's still in his pants, he's rubbing it. On. Your. Ass. It feels nice, the bulge in his pants fits nicely between your curvy ass, and you have to put your hands on his knees, still around you, to steady yourself. And then he does something nice. He pushes harder, and your soft little pussy rubs on the hard vibrating metal of the gas tank, while he's got your dress up around your waist, you're nearly naked with him, naked for him, doing 60 miles an hour down a back road while he's rubbing his cock on your panty covered ass, and pushing your soaking wet panty covered pussy against that roaring engine, thrumming under you while he's behind you, pushing himself against you, and you just come, slow and gentle, by surprise almost. Like waves over you, that spill out into your silky pretties, and he knows, he knows what you did, what he made you do, and he just holds you while you practically sob with pleasure, trapped between his cock and his engine, and wanting to fuck him right there. But that's not quite right, is it. You want him to fuck you, not fuck him. You want him to put you over that bike and stick his dick into your pussy till it clenches and sucks at him, milking it out of him. Don't you? Dinner Out San Antonio isn't my favorite city in Texas (I much prefer Austin), and Texas isn't my favorite state (I'll take my native California any day). But when I go there, as I do every year on business, I eat dinner at an expensive French restaurant that is as fine as any this side of Paris. I know the place well. I'm usual able to get one of my business associates to come with me (especially since they know my company will pay) but this time I went alone. I always order a chicken dish, for in my opinion French chefs make these better than anyone. That night it was Chicken Kiev. I was seated in the back of the restaurant, my Armani suit on the high end, perhaps, but certainly not out of place. There was a business party on my right -- five men drinking a lot and talking more. But the other table next to me drew my attention. A well-dressed couple sat there. The man was nothing special -- a typical mid50s businessman -- overweight, overbearing, and over there, his back immediately to my left. But his trophy wife caught my eye. She was dressed very simply, rather elegantly, and quite sensually. Her luxurious raven hair was pinned up on her head. Her black summer dress was tasteful -- exposing only her arms, showing barely the promise of her breasts, and falling down to almost caress her knees. Her matching black high heels, perhaps three inches, completed the trifecta. As far as I could see she wore no makeup, nor did she require any. Only her ears were adorned with small earrings, simple gold, with a small diamond. Very tasteful, I thought, and tasty, glancing past her husband's head to gaze at her. She appeared to be in her mid-30s, a few years younger than me. If I leaned slightly to the left to strain to here her, doing my best to block out the loud yammering of the businessmen. Her husband was asking her questions, and she was answering him. He asked her if anyone had offered to buy her drinks at the bar. She gave him a wan smile, almost a wince, and said that she had received a few offers, but turned them all down. "As I always do," she added. I remembered that I had seen you sitting at the bar when I came in. I do my drinking with dinner at this place, so I never stop at the bar. But I remember noticing you -- your dress so simple yet so provocative. Some guy was talking to you -- or trying to. I remember noticing how long and sensual your neck was, and how delightful it must be to kiss such a neck. You glanced at me now -- either because you recalled me looking at you, or because you noticed that I was overhearing your conversation. "Was there no one who joined you?" your husband asked. "Several sought to," you replied, "but they were all boys to me. I sent them away." "Was there no one who interest you?" he pressed. "Well," you said, pausing, "there was one man" and here I could have sworn you again glanced at me, "but he never approached me." I flushed when she said this, for I had thought about her -- lusted, more accurately. Her skin, though tan as carmel, seemed to glow under the room's lighting. It looked soft and sensuous, and I was glad that she had left her slender arms bare. She glanced at me again, then excused herself, saying she had to go freshen up. She kissed her husband lightly on the cheek, then grabbed her purse and walked to the ladies room. I watched her go -- then paid the check which had been sitting there. I got up, left the dinning room, and walked down the long corridor toward the exit. But I didn't leave -- I couldn't. I waited for her. And when I saw her open the door to the ladies room and step out, I approached her, lightly touching her upper arm. She turned her face and looked at me -- but I couldn't gage her expression. "I saw you the other man," I said. "Then why do you approach me?" you inquired. "Because I saw you without him, before, as well." Her face went blank, registering surprise or acknowledgement, and she seemed to nod slightly. I took hold of her sleeveless arm and guided her toward the small alcove near the restrooms. The space wouldn't have existed in a restaurant in Los Angeles -- far too great a waste of space. But it did here. We were out of sight of everyone -- although anyone could easily have turned in and seen us. "I've been watching you all night," I said, still holding her arm, "if I had known you were ... available I would have bought you a drink." She smiled wanly at me. "I wouldn't say I was available. It's just a game my husband likes -- one he's made me play since our marriage." Your skin felt so soft and warm as I touched it. I looked into your eyes. "I don't think he means anything buy it. Maybe he's testing me. Or maybe he just wants my attractiveness validated by the attention of other men." I could feel her warm breath on me as she talked. She looked so beautiful, and I wanted her very much. "I'm not interested in them. He enjoys this game -- I do not." I was disappointed by this news -- which seemed to block any hopes I had. I still held onto her, and tried to be gracious. "Well, at least you can get a good release when he makes love to you when you get home." You have a short, bitter laugh. "Oh, that doesn't happen. He goes home and plays with himself. I get ... nothing." I looked at her, surprised. "Except frustration." She half-smiled at me for the first time. I know how to take care of myself. I'll be fine." "You are so very fine," I replied. I felt overcome by her beauty so close to me, and rage at how unfair this all was to her. I leaned in, and my hand rose from her arm to her long neck. I titled her head backwards, and kissed her. Her lips met mine, so full, so fair. I kissed her fully, my lips on her, tasting her for the first time. I let my tongue touch her lower lip, then trace around her lips, then slide under her upper lip. She never encouraged me nor discouraged me. I pushed my tongue in harder, and her mouth opened slightly, just enough to permit me to slide my tongue in her warm, wet mouth, and touch her tongue. I felt the warmth of her body next to mine as we kissed, and realized that I had become very hard. I slowly removed first my tongue, then my lips, keeping my forehead against hers. I was breathing very hard -- short, quick breaths. "Did you like that?" I asked, leaning into her, so I could feel her breasts against my chest, and she could feel my hard penis against her torso. She paused, and avoided my gaze. "I can take care of myself." I put my hand to her chin, raising her head, forcing her eyes to look at mine, and her mouth to accept my mouth in another kiss, even harder and deeper than the first. "Did you like that?" I asked again, needing to know. Her breath was fast and shallow too. "Did you?" she replied enigmatically. I felt she was toying with me now -- she knew I liked it. I was so thick now, so much blood rushing down -- harder than I had been since I was a teenager. I did something I never had done before, and still don't understand. I dropped my hands down to her knees, under her dress, and slid them quickly up her thighs. I grasped the elastic of her panties, and slid them down her legs -- off her cheeks, down her thighs, over her knees, and down to her ankles, where she lifter up her feet so I could slide them off. Which I did and put them in my inside jacket pocket. "Did you like that?" I repeated, feeling liberated by my actions, leaning in and kissing her again, my tongue traversing her mouth as if performing in a circus ring. I thought I heard her moan or sigh slightly, but she said nothing. I could take it no more. My left hand went to my pants, unzipped my pants and pulled out my erect and throbbing cock. I leaned her back against the wall and I hooked both my hands under her soft cheeks and lifted her up awkwardly and roughly. You leaned back, accepting my actions, but neither encouraging nor discouraging me. The calmer you remained the wilder I became. I drove my lips into yours, needing to kiss you, touch you, taste you. I buckled my legs slightly to get more support. My right arm did it's best to support your weight, aided by the wall and my knees. And with my left hand I lifted your skirt slightly, and then took hold of my stiff shaft and searched out your vulva. I found your lips and rubbed my massive member, already sleek with precum against them. I tried to center myself and enter you. And on my second try I succeeded. My head poked inside your warm, wet walls, parting your lips with my hardness. I don't consider myself unusually large, but at that moment I felt like I held a jackhammer. I thrust my hips and slid in further, and then I thrust upwards, still holding my cock, and most of the rest of me disappeared into you. I hooked my arms together under your cheeks again, still using the wall as extra support. I let my lips slide down to the left side of your neck, kissing, licking and sucking it. I've never tasted anything as salty and satisfying, as I worked on your neck, humping you awkwardly. I moaned very lightly, "yes, yes, yes" and I thought I heard you sigh slightly in reply. I started to jackhammer my hard cock in you, wanting to take you, claim you, use you. I wanted to bury my firm dick as deeply in you as possible and empty my cum in your warm pussy. I know that technically I wasn't very good. My strokes were short, my angle difficult, my manner forced. But I felt so hard and thick that to me it was heavenly. My mouth never left your neck, nor my penis your vulva, as I furiously fucked you. I wanted to hear you whimper, to make you scream; to feel you cum, release. Of course it was me who released -- I doubt I lasted two minutes in all, my breathing rapid, my thrusts rapid, my climax rapid. I held myself as deep as I could in you, surrounded by the amazing embrace of your pussy -- and I came hard -- hard and deep. I felt my lust pour into you and your body accept it, your lips holding me tight. When I stopped moving, you brushed your lips against my neck, and gently pushed me back. As I stepped back my semi-hard penis slid out of you. You calmly brushed down your dress with your hands, then checked your hair. You stood close to me and touched my penis for the first and only time, lifting it and sliding it into my underwear, then zipping up my pants. "Did you like that?" you smiled, then said "I have to go." I reached out and held your left upper arm for a second. You paused while I retrieved my wallet and handed you my business card. "Call me, I implored. You smiled, put the card in your purse, and walked out of the alcove, down the hall, and then turned into the dinning room. I wish I could say there was a happy ending. It's been two weeks, and I still don't know if I completely understand what happened. Had I seduced her, or had she seduced me? Was it true that this was all some sick game her husband enjoyed playing, and had I justifiably turned the tables on him and given him (and her -- and myself as well) his just desserts. Or was it all prearranged -- were both of them just toying with me? Had they gone home to their separate beds, or had they make passionate love while she regaled with the tale of our tryst? I don't have any answers. All I knew is that it had been two weeks, and that every night I wait by my phone in hope that somehow, someday I would have an opportunity to relive the most passionate evening I have ever experienced.