2 comments/ 5833 views/ 1 favorites A Moveable Feast By: Chiaroscuro53 "Dear Sir" the email began... I had decided to invite my internet lover to meet me for dinner. But not just any dinner and certainly not just any restaurant. Since the online and phone sexcapades had been very hot, the first contact had to at least live up to the phone calls and correspondence. There would be no "let's meet for coffee" date for us! I have, in my possession, the name of an exclusive restaurant that serves a very special dinner. This restaurant is so exclusive, that you have to have an invitation to be seated at one of their limited tables. A girlfriend gave me her invitation when I told her about planning our first meeting."Trust me," she said. "And when it comes time for dessert, order the 'House Special.'" We agree to meet at 9 pm (a very continental time for dinner) at the restaurant. I decided to arrive a bit early. I was a little anxious about the meeting and the restaurant. I wanted everything to go well. When I arrived at the restaurant, I found that it was very quiet and the lighting was very intimate and soft...mostly lit by candles and soft wall sconces. There was, however, no sign of a traditional dinning room. Only a series of doors along one side of the long, narrow restaurant. I was greeted by the owner and he escorted me to a door about halfway down the corridor. He opened the door and allowed me to enter. This was not what I had anticipated. The small room was very romantic and cozy. There was a beautiful antique table in the center of the room and a long, extra-wide padded bench along the back wall that sat just under the edge of the table. Above the sitting area, a large mirror reflected the entire room. The only other piece of furniture in the room was a carved serving table against the side wall. The owner helped me to remove my coat and then told me he would send in my guest when he arrived. I didn't have long to wait. The door opens and he walks in. Our first glance is intense and then we both realize we are staring and both glance at the floor. We look back up at the same time and smile at each other. Both of us were obviously very nervous about meeting for the first time and it was a relief to know that the smile said it all...neither of us was disappointed. I sit (gracefully, I hope!) down on the settee and pat the place beside me. He comes over to me, but before sitting down, he leans in and gives me a gentle kiss on the lips, leans back and looks me in the eyes and returns for a longer, more intimate meeting of the lips. He breaks the kiss off with a small lick to my lower lip. "Oh yes," I think, "this is going to be good." He sits next to me and takes my hand. We start talking...about nothing, about everything. At some point in the conversation, a pair of waiters enter the room. One is carrying a tray with drinks and bottles; the other is loaded with a large platter of assorted delicacies. "Ummhh," I said, "we haven't ordered yet. We haven't even seen menus." "No, I know," the waiter says, "We don't have menus. We serve an assortment of foods selected for the type of fantasy evening you wish to have. We are aware that you are meeting for the first time and that you wish this to be an erotic dinner. Based on this, we have brought you food that serves as both nourishment and as an aphrodisiac. There are also no utensils for eating nor are there napkins for cleaning your hands. All of this must come from each other." He turns and leaves us to our dinner. We glance toward each other, shrug, and decide to enjoy this rather unique experience. We look to see what the waiter left for us to eat. The tray was an artistically arranged assortment of food that could be eaten with your fingers. There were strips of vegetables, meats and slices of assorted breads. There were the traditional "love-foods" of oysters and asparagus. There was also lobster, shrimp, sea scallops, and crab meat. There were strips of grilled chicken and ham and small kabobs with steak and peppers. There was an assortment of vegetables: fresh steamed green beans, potato pearls, stuffed mushrooms and olives, grilled zucchini and much more. And in the center of the tray was an assortment of sauces and garnishes for the variety of food being offered. I reach for a piece of lobster and dip it into the melted butter and start to bring it to my lips. He reaches across and stops my hand and brings the morsel to his mouth. He eats the food from my fingers, licking the butter from my fingertips — all the while looking me in the eyes. Ahhh, I see how this meal is to proceed. We each reach for food, dip it in sauces and bring the food to the others' mouth. We bite and lick and eat our way through a portion of the tray. My fingers are constantly cleaned by his tongue and lips. I hold his hand while he is feeding me and usually nip his fingers as he places the food in my mouth. I notice a drop of sauce at the corner of his lips and lean in and lick it clean. As the last stroke of my tongue leaves his lip, he leans in and sucks my tongue into his mouth. We fall into each other's arms and he pulls me down on top of him as he reclines on the bench. Tongues are mating and dueling for possession of the other's mouth. Hands are stroking and grasping through the barrier of clothing. He reaches into the deep v-neck of my blouse and caresses my breasts through my lace bra. My nipples are hard and my tits swell as he squeezes and strokes. We are both on fire for each other. The meal was just a long bout of foreplay. He slowly unbuttons my blouse. He is desperate to suck on my nipples. I stretch my hand between our bodies and stroke the hard cock that is straining against his pants. We are both panting and very close to tearing each others clothes off. Suddenly, the waiter returns to remove the tray of food and he goes to the sideboard and pours us both a drink... pretending not to notice what he has interrupted. We both sit up, straightening our clothes the best we can. I am embarrassed to be caught in such a position and my date is a bit angry at having to stop our lovemaking. "I will bring dessert," he says. "What would you like." "To be left alone," my new lover mutters. I try to hide my smile as I tell the waiter what my girlfriend said to order. "We will have the 'House Special,'" I say. He smiles at me, says he thought that would work and he leaves, promising to return in just a few minutes (this as more of a warning than a promise). My date and I look at each other and start to laugh. We sip the drinks the waiter left. It is a cool fruity drink that I can only assume has alcohol in it. It is very refreshing. The waiter returns with another tray. But, on this one are slices of fruit, strawberries, cherries, truffles, and small cakes with honey and almonds. In the center of the tray is a large bowl of warm chocolate and a bowl of light, fluffy whipped cream. The waiter walks to the door, bows and tells us that there will be no further interruptions — please take our time, enjoy the dessert and each other. He looks down significantly at my lover's still stiff cock, smiles and leaves the room. My dinner companion gets up and goes to the door, turns the lock and returns to the table with a glint in his eye. "We really should enjoy this dessert," he says, "But I think it would really be a lot better if we do this without our clothes on. Would you feel comfortable with that?" At this point, I am so hot and so wet, that I couldn't wait to get our clothes off. I reach for his shirt and begin unbuttoning it. Meanwhile, he is doing the same to mine. We shed our shirts and I reach for his zipper. "Let me," he says. "Things are a bit tight there right now." He kicks off his shoes and socks and lowers the zipper on his pants. He removes his pants and underwear and stands before me with his penis erect and ready. I reach around me and unzip my skirt and remove it. I am still wearing my lacy bra and matching panties. He takes my bra off and slowly slides my panties down my thighs. They drop to my heels and I kick them off. We are both now completely naked. He is still standing in front of me and I reach for his cock and start to lower my lips, but then at the last minute, I remember this wonderful tray of dessert items. Now, the purpose for the food makes sense. I dip my fingers into the warm chocolate and slowly spread it up and around that wonderful stiff cock. Around and around I coat his penis in chocolate. It seems to make him even harder. I then take my fingers and bring a handful of whipped cream to his balls and slowly spread the thick cream all around and under his sac. God, he looks delicious. My mouth is watering and my tongue is ready to lick him clean. I decide to start with the underside of his balls and reach around him and spread my hands on his ass and pull him forward toward my waiting mouth. I love the feel of his butt in my hands and I squeeze and fondle him as I start to lick the cream from the beneath his balls. I lick and suck on his sac and occasionally take a swipe at the chocolate coating his cock. His hands are in my hair, holding my head and guiding me where he wants me next. By the time his balls are clean, his cock is straining toward my mouth. "Wait," I say. And I straighten up and push my chest out toward his cock. "I shouldn't have all that chocolate to myself." I place his cock between my tits and plump the sides together to form a warm sleeve for his chocolate-coated prick. He starts to slowly pump up through this mound of flesh. The head of his cock is coming toward my mouth and I lean into it and give it a lick each time it appears. It doesn't take much of this before his cock explodes streams of cum on my chest and neck. He falls back onto the bench, trying to catch his breath. I reach down, mix the cum into the chocolate coating my tits. And I lick a portion from my fingers. I continue to swirl and lick while he tries to regain his composure. I am sure that with the right incentive, he will be ready to go again in record time. It was now up to me to provide him with a reason to get hard again. I stand and move the tray to the edge of the table. I then seat myself on the table, spread my legs so that he has a direct view of my very wet — very ready pussy and I start to pick up pieces of fruit from the tray. I glance up and see my nude reflection in the mirror. I give a small smile. I then dip the fruit in the chocolate and spread the chocolate over my nipples. I move down my torso to my belly button and I fill it up with chocolate and whipped cream and adorn it with a cherry. I paint extravagant designs with the chocolate across my stomach and down to my pubic hair and my pussy. I reach one hand down, spread my lips apart and add more chocolate to my clit and cunt. I even add a touch of whipped cream to my puckered anal opening. I garnish the area with fruit and honey. I have made myself into a moveable feast. I glance down at him and know that I have his undivided attention. In fact, I had been so intensely concentrating on the erotic self-body painting, that I only now notice that he is once again rock hard and ready to fuck me. But first, he has to have dessert. I lay back on the table, spread my legs and wait for him to begin eating. He begins with my tits and nipples. Some of the chocolate-cum mixture was still there between my cleavage and he licks that clean. Then he sucks my nipples almost to the point of pain. His tongue continues down my body until he reaches my belly button. He eats the fruit and chocolate there, also. But it is clear that his goal is the pussy-feast. He gives a quick swipe of his tongue to my clit...very careful not to let me cum. He reaches for the tray and gets a handful of strawberries and cherries and begins dipping them into the chocolate that has now mixed with the juice from my pussy. As he eats the fruit coated with this exotic dip, he is using his free hand to feed me some of the berries dipped in my pussy. I eat the fruit, tasting the combination of flavors and I lick his fingers clean. He continues to feast on me until I am clean. He even gives that special puckered hole a lick and suck! Then he stands, places his hard, hard cock at my cunt and pushes into my pussy. I begin squeezing my inner muscles and moving my hips to meet each thrust. He reaches under me, grabs my ass and lifts my hips up to meet him. I am squeezing my tits and playing with my nipples as he looks down on me, watching my enjoyment of the moment. Both of us are so close, so very close to coming that just a sound or a movement will put us over. I give one more squeeze to his cock and this pushes him over the edge. I feel him swelling and then I feel the heat from his sperm deep inside me. He keeps coming and this tosses me over the edge. I give a muffled scream as I have a series of orgasms — one right after another. He leans down, lifts me onto his chest and helps me down from the table. We lay beside each other on the bench seat and try to return to normal. After a while of resting in this position, we look down at each other and are aware that we are both very sticky and messy from our activities. We decide to throw on our outer clothing and leave the restaurant. My place is the closest and we go there to shower...together. The rest of the evening is spent with us working on a few more fantasies... and a midnight snack! The End — Bon Appetit! A Moveable Feast It is cold. I can see my breath in the light of the street lamp. I pull my coat tightly around me, but it does little. My nipples are hard under the lace of my hot pink bra; goose bumps have covered my stocking covered legs. The thin wrap style dress that I am wearing does little to protect my skin from the freeze in the air. It is 2 a.m. and I am sitting on the picnic table in the park like we agreed. My legs are spread, my skirt pulled up to reveal my naked pussy. I see you walking toward me, a tall dark shape with a gait recognizable from our many previous outings. I shiver, from the cold and from the anticipation of your hands on my skin. When you reach me, you run your hands through my hair and kiss me deeply. You pull me into your arms and I forget the cold momentarily as my attention is focused on the wet heat in my cunt. I wrap my arms and legs around you, under your warm leather duster. "I am freezing," I whisper. Laughing softly, you waste no time opening my coat to release the tie at the waist of my dress. You slide your hands inside, over my skin, warming me. My nipples are aching from the cold. You begin to rub and massage them. I begin to moan softly. I love the way you play with my breasts. I could spend hours basking in the gratification of your hands and mouth on my tits. You pull gently at my nipples, rolling them between your fingers, before pulling the lace of my bra down. You pull back slightly so you can watch as you continue your lovely play with my sensitive peaks. You are using your thumbs now, rubbing the tips in slow circles. I allow my head to fall back, opening my arms to give you full access. My breath is coming in steamy gasps now and I am pushing my naked pussy against your crotch. You lower me onto the table and begin to suck my right nipple while your hand continues its play with my left. You are gently at first and my hand moves to rest on the back of your head, my back arching toward heaven. Then you begin to suck deeply, pulling and tugging with your mouth. I wrap my legs around your back, making small sounds of delight. You hungrily turn your attention to my other nipple and your hand moves down my body, rubbing and caressing me. I spread my legs in anticipation of your hand, placing my feet firmly on the edge of the table to give me leverage. You fingers brush my pussy lips ever so lightly and I push my hips off the table, eager for you. You pull back your hand to my hips, pushing them back down on the table, all the while sucking and nibbling my nipples, first one, and then the other. "Shh," you murmur, "Be still." I moan wildly. I love this game. I open my thighs wide pressing my butt down on the table. I will not move my hips. Not an inch, until you say. You pull away, standing between my spread legs. I am lying back on the table, panting hard, nipples swollen and erect, thighs wide. You can see how wet I am, my clit protruding slightly from between my pussy lips. You begin to softly caress, lightly grazing your fingertips up and down my aching flesh. I bite my lip. I will not move. You gently part my outer lips with one hand and begin to trace breathtaking patterns along my inner flesh with the fingers of the other hand. I grip the edges of the table on either side of me. I will not move. You begin to tease my opening, sliding a finger around the edge, before pushing it into my sodden tight cunt. I gasp and my head lifts off of the table. I will not move. You slide the finger out and run it firmly the length of me to my engorged clit. I cry out as you begin to make slow, firm circles around my button. I will not move. I know that I am going to cum, and I am sobbing in pleasure, my hips pressed hard into the table, my knuckles white, clinging to the table edge. You pull your hand away and I almost scream in protest. I hear you unzip your pants and I know now that the torture has just begun. I am begging for you now. "Please fuck me," I gasp. "Don't move," you say as you begin to rub the head of your hard cock up and down my throbbing slit. I will not move. You press the head against my opening and then pull out, continuing your attack, rubbing against my clit. Leaning down over me, you pull my mouth up to yours and kiss me passionately, before resuming your attention on my aching nipples. You kiss and suck them roughly, as you continue to massage my clit with the dripping head of your rock hard dick. I will not move. You are kissing and gently biting a path from my breasts to my neck. I arch to completely expose my throat to you. You are sucking and biting my skin, and the head of your cock is driving me insane. You brush your lips against my most sensitive spot, just along the shell of my ear. I cry out and you know that I cannot take much more. You begin to push your dick into my dripping pussy while teasing and nipping my ears. You are slowly fucking my throbbing cunt, sliding in and out. I am like silk inside but my muscles are clutching you hard. I am crying out now, knowing that anyone who hears me is hearing the sound of a woman in the grips of the most extreme pleasure. You slide the tip of your tongue into my ears and suck softly. I make the sound that lets you know I am at my breaking point, that I can take no more. "Let's fuck" you say huskily and I let go completely. My hips thrust forward wildly and I am fucking you with abandon. You pull back and grab my hips firmly, slowing me down and taking control of the pace. You kiss me passionately, and my hands move down to grab your ass for dear life. My knees are gripping your ribcage as you thrust into me again and again. You take one of my nipples into your mouth, sucking hard and I am on the edge of heaven, teetering on the border of orgasm. You grab my wrists, forcing them over my head, kissing me. I am cumming, tears of pleasure rolling down my cheeks as spasm after spasm of deliciousness pumps through my pussy. You pull back, standing between my legs, grasping my hips. You begin to pound deep and slow in to my wetness. My pussy is quaking with orgasm after orgasm and I am crying out your name over and over. You drive into me until I am limp with exhaustion. I moan softly as you pull out, your cock wet with my juiciness. You gently pull me up and turn me around, pressing me forward onto the table. The wood is rough against my nipples and stomach and the cold air rushing between the slats stings my skin. I lift my hips to you, pushing back to receive you again. This time you are not gentle. You ram your hard cock into me, pounding as hard as you can, one hand gripping my hips roughly. You fuck me mercilessly, and I love it. I take it all, my supple ass in the air, pushing back against your thrusts. I begin to tighten and loosen my pussy muscles to massage you and I hear you groan "Oh, fuck!" I smile, knowing that you are going to cum inside of me. You are slamming into me now, fucking as hard as you can, your hot throbbing cock about to burst. I know that your head is thrown back and that your eyes are closed. I know that you are clenching your jaw with each animal thrust, panting like a stallion. You groan loudly and I feel the first shot of your hot cum inside of me. You hold my hips still as you pump your load into my hot cunt. I feel it running against my thighs. You collapse on my back, your breath ragged against the nape of my neck. You weakly reach around to cup my breasts, holding me. We lie like that for a long time before you pull me up and turn me toward you. I cling to you for balance, my legs weak. You kiss me, long and deep. We pull away from each other, reluctantly. I fix my dress, you zip your pants. We walk slowly to the parking lot, holding one another. You kiss me hungrily at my car and help me inside. "Next week?" you ask. I smile in agreement. "See you then," I murmur huskily. I start my car and drive away, exhausted and satisfied. Until next time.