0 comments/ 11490 views/ 0 favorites Dinner For Two: The Long Sigh By: MissSenses Readers To follow this story, the first #3 of the series should be read first. Enjoy! ============================= Jen listened to the last of the water, as it finished its cycle after she'd flushed the toilet. The sound of the door's hinge was faintly heard followed by a swish. She leaned forward with one eye, peering through the gap in the stall door. Denna's date had left the ladies room. Jen unlocked the door to her stall. She stepped out and walked toward the oval mirror, her legs heavy with desire. Supported by the counter, she pressed her hips against the edge of the sink, as she spotted the redness in her face and neck. Like a sun burn, she was hot. Her fingers went to the first few buttons on her white blouse. The material pulled open, she glanced down between her breasts from the mirrors point of view, trying recall having such a reaction from the sounds of sex. The steady beat of bells chimed, as her cell phone made her jump, the ringer hadn't been set to vibrate. "Hey! Yea, let's have drinks at Goivanni's..." Jen listened for a moment, "...The bar isn't busy and there's a hot guy working behind it..." Jen laughed. "...Okay, see you guys in a few." and then she closed her cell phone, dropping it back into her purse. She buttoned her blouse, collected herself, and then left the ladies room, headed back to the bar. The bartender stood, moving his arm in circular motion, as he wiped down the counter. He took a couple of empty glasses and set them inside the moving glass cleaner which was at the end of the bar. Jen gripped the edge of the counter and slid up onto the leather stool. "I wasn't sure if you were coming back. Would you like another glass of water?" he said with a wink. "I'll take an Amaretto in a brandy snifter, not heated." Jen winked back. The bartender stood about six feet tall or more. His dark, brown hair was buzzed, almost down to the quick. The coarse hair of his Go-T was neatly trimmed around his lips and chin. He wore a tight fitting, black, t-shirt that was tucked inside the white apron that he'd tied around his waist. Jen looked into his warm hazel eyes, as he turned dropping a coaster in front of her, pouring the Amaretto into the glass. "Thank you" Jen smiled, picking up her glass taking a slow, tasting sip. "Just start a tab." He smiled and then turned away, as he placed clean glasses on the shelf. Jen turned in her stool, looking in Denna's direction. They'd begun to eat their dinner, as conversation was seen in between each bite of food. Denna lifted her fork which had coils of creamed noodles hanging from it. Slowly putting a sample to his waiting mouth, he smiled savoring the taste. He then leaned into Denna, thanking her for the bite with a kiss. He dragged some food from his plate with what appeared to be a large sauce-covered shrimp. He dangled it in front of Denna's mouth as her tongue came out, waiting for a chance to bite it. "I've got to meet you, mystery man." Jen sighed heavily, talking under her breath, recalling the last thing he said to her in the ladies room, as she hid behind the door to the stall. "Maybe next time, you'll join us." His words sent chills all the way down her body. Jen took a mouth-filling drink from her glass. She watched them intently, as they looked into each others eyes. The heat between them could be spotted from where she sat or anyone else that happen to look in their direction. Jen felt a nudge to her shoulder and then looked to see Kristi and Amy standing with widened smiles. "Hey girlfriend!" Kristi said, in her let's party voice. "Great place, I couldn't have picked it better myself." Amy added, happy with the choice, as Jen swiveled around to face them. "Hey, glad you girls made it!" Jen said, wondering how long they'd been standing there. Kristi slid into a bar stool as Amy dropped down into hers. The bartender walked from the end of the bar and then leaned into it with both hands placed at the edge of the counter. "Well, now. Looks like we need two more waters." The bartender chuckled. "Waters? Who's he kidding?" Kristi laughed, elbowing Amy and then looked back at Jen. Jen rolled her eyes and laughed, giving Kristi a raised eyebrow. "Hey sexy, why don't you reach back there and make me a Long Sigh." Kristi replied with a sarcastic but, sexy smile. Jen felt a stab of heat, as it spiked the edge of her nipples. It shot straight down into her wet folds, remembering the long sigh Denna released before she spoke- "I want you inside me." Jen bit at her lip, hearing the deep moan in her head that soon followed Denna's demand. The bartender took a step back, instantly making contact with Kristi. "How many sighs would you like?" he asked, wetting his lips with the edge of his tongue, as he pressed them together waiting for Kristi to answer. "One for now but, if I need more, I'll let you know." And with that she gave him a wink. "Would you like that Long Sigh heated or room temperature?" he asked, still in a stance against the bar, as Amy snickered, nudging Kristi's leg under the table. "Heated of course." Kristi pressed her lips together, giving him an air-blown kiss, teasing him with her playful eyes. Amy looked at the name tag on his shirt. Tim was his name and Kristi was relentlessly flirting with him. She nudged her again teasingly, "Wonder how tiny Tim is." Amy whispered in her ear. They both laughed as he turned and began to make her drink. "Make that two." Jen added, pushing her empty glass across the counter. And with a small shift, he looked back at her with a nod. "I'll have a Chocolate Martini." Amy requested. Tim's face flushed with color, realizing he hadn't taken Amy's order. "I'll take mine melted." She bit the edge of her lip, grinning wildly. He turned only taking in her reaction for a second as he set Kristi's glass down in front of her. Jen glanced over at Denna's table. Licking at the edge of her spoon, Denna enjoyed the desert between them. She placed her elbow up on the table, as he wrapped an arm around her. Embracing Denna tightly against him, his finger tip lightly caressed her bare shoulder. She shrugged and then shivered from his touch, as she sucked at the edge of her spoon, smiling back at him. "Mmm... so tasty." Kristi cooed, licking her lips. "I just love raspberry liqueur." she added, as Jen turned to lift her glass. Jen took a small sip, gazing back in Denna's direction. Denna now sitting alone, Jen set her glass on the bar, quickly reaching for her purse to grab her cell phone. "What's up?" Kristi asked, curiously. "I'll explain in a minute." Jen answered, distracted by her thoughts. Jen finished keying in the message and then looked up in Denna's direction. She watched Denna looked down at her purse, grabbing for her phone. She held it up in front of her reading the message and then looked up toward the bar with a shocked look, covering her face. Jen waved and then the girls turned in there stools, looking off in the same direction, lifting their hands. "Oh wow, Denna's here!" Kristi said. "Yea, this must have been the restaurant she spoke of." Amy added. "Yeah, I guess it was but, where's her date?" Denna pretended to be curious. Denna looked down at her phone. Just then, Jen's cell jiggled with bells. "Fancy meeting you here." Denna's message said, as Jen looked up, Denna's smile got larger by the minute. Denna looked away as her date appeared, sliding in beside her. Jen watch her say a few words to him. He peered through the restaurant, looking in Jen's direction. The whites of his teeth shined with an incredible smile as he lifted his hand and waved at them. "Well, now. That explains why she didn't go out with us." Kristi said, still waving, looking at them intently. "I would've had dinner in!" Amy chuckled, wickedly. Jen began to type another message. "Yea, such timing! Who's your date? You said you'd tell me later." She pressed send, looking back up in their direction. Denna looked down as Jen watched her date laugh next to her. He grabbed Denna's phone, as it moved in his hand. Appearing to send a message, he handed the phone back to her. Jen's phone sounded with bells once again. "Nice to meet you Jen, Kristi and Amy, I'm John." His text message read. Amy laughed and waved again as she moved her lips, mouthing the words. "Hi, John." Jen set her phone to vibrate and dropped it back into her purse. Denna and John both held their glasses up and smiled as they took a drink. The girls grabbed their glasses, following the toast as they raised their glass, admiring the two of them sitting closely together. Jen recalled John's hot words that spilled between them, as she quietly listened in the enclosed stall next to them. Jen loved the sound of his voice. It was seductive, torturing, and so insatiably hungry. She could almost feel the touch of John's hands, as he pressed Denna's body aggressively against the flexible stall. Jen's back bucked against it, as the sounds of pulled flesh were heard while John wrestled with Denna's clothes. The soft moans and whimpers came from Denna with each movement. The thought made Jen's nipples tighten in her bra once again, crippling her body with need. She shook at the thought and finally rose her glass with a smile. Jen turned in her stool, facing the bar as she looked at Kristi and Amy. "Hey, you alright? You seem distracted." Kristi looked at her with wonder. "Oh, yeah. I'm great! It's kinda of funny that we all bumped into them huh?" Jen said, brushing off any suspicion. "Well, I for one think he's hot." Amy stated with an admiring smile, looking back at them once again. "I second that." Kristi added. "You have no idea how hot." Jen muffled into the rim of her glass. "I need one of those long sighs myself." Jen took the last drink out of her glass. "What idea?..." Kristi questioned her, hearing the last of what she said. "...You want another Long Sigh?" Kristi asked. "No, I'm good." She quickly said, skipping over the question. Jen turned in her stool once again. John looked up in their direction as they moved out of the booth. John bumped Denna's arm, pointing just past her shoulder. Jen waved, "Their leaving." Jen turned her head toward the girls but, not her eyes. The girls turned looking over their shoulders and then waved. Jen watched them for a long moment as they reached the front desk, waiting for their cab. Almost out of sight, Jen looked at her purse, grasping it in her hand. Tempted to text her again, Jen's purse began to buzz. The girls were chatting away as she secretly opened the zipper to her purse. Flipping her phone open, she held it along side the bar stool. "Come to my place tomorrow for lunch, I want you to meet John in person." Jen closed her phone and sucked in a breath. How will she eat, let alone be in the same room with them, knowing what they shared? * * * The curbs edge glimmered with dome lights, each cab waited in a long line for restaurant goers to leave the building. John and Denna stood just outside Giovanni's, clutched together, as couples pasted by them unnoticed. Denna broke away from the warmth of John's lips as she looked up into his green eyes, still at the tips of her toes. Releasing the hold to his neck, Denna slid her fingers down his shoulders as the palms of her hands laid flat to his beating heart. His grip loosened, relaxing his hands at her hips. Denna settled her ankles back down into her high heels. The cool air now began to flow between them as she noticed the last two cabs, waiting at the curb. Under her eyes, she returned the deepened stare, a fixed, heated gaze that left John's mouth ajar. She took a step back, pulling away. One step and then another, putting more and more distance between them. "Tell me you want me with your body and your eyes as you walk away from me." John took a breath inside himself, as Denna opened the cab door, slipped into the backseat, and then closed the door behind her. His eyes locked with hers through the glass window. Her bright and lingering smile tightened his chest, wanting to do anything to stop her from leaving. The yellow cab in front of hers began to leave. Hers was the last one left. He was frozen, feeling the pull of desire between them. The cabs engine started, suddenly the door opened. The pale skin of her knees glowed in the street lights that streamed down into the back seat of the cab. Her hand went to the side of her dress. One pull and then another, the warm flesh of her thigh now lay uncovered against the bench seat of the cab. Denna set her palm at the empty space next to her, patting it repeatedly. John walked briskly to the cab, his hunger pushed him along as more and more of her legs began to show. He grabbed the edge of the cab door and pushed it open further. Peering down into the cab, Denna sat waiting. Her lips still red, swollen from their last kiss. "Take me home John." Denna whispered seductively, tapping the seat once again. John slid into the seat next to her, shutting the door behind him. He rapped his knuckle against the glass window, "3911 Maple Drive." John instructed the waiting cabby. And with no word or backward glance, the cab quickly sliced out into traffic. John returned to Denna's sultry eyes. His stare dropped to float down the slope of her body. The soft, shape of her breasts lay just beneath the red halter top she wore, moving against it with each deep breath she took. His gliding gaze moved down her stomach. She quivered with every inch, his eyes felt, liked she'd been touched. "Mmmm, shaking for me already..." The thought began to trip around in his head. Reaching her bunched up skirt, the tops of her thighs shimmered under the black, laced stockings, as she parted her legs further. "...Mmm, more...I want to taste you so bad." his cock flinched as his mouth watered. Slowly but, purposely Denna moved her hand from the cold pad of the seat, to her open thigh. The tips of her fingernails sank into the lace of her stocking, lifting and running it along the inside of the lace. John gave a prolonged intense look, the sight made Denna lick the edge of her lips. Pulling her fingers free, she left the lace unmoved. Denna teasingly took the pads of her fingers, slid down into the junction of her thighs, laying them against the wet folds John once felt. "Show me" John growled under his breath. Denna peered into the cabby's mirror. She studied his shifting eyes, his sights set on the street before him. Sank down into her seat, Denna lifted her foot and pressed the spike of her heel against hard barrier that separated them from the cabby. John went to the edge of the seat, as he dropped one knee down onto the floor. Glancing out the window at the city lights, the cab jerked making a sharp, unexpected turn. John braced his hand against the back of the seat as Denna began to move. The delicate touch of her fingers grazed the pink diamond that appeared and then disappeared in the flickering light of the cab. Her head tilted back into the seat, as her eyes drifted shut. John watched the movement of her beautiful body and the slow, occasional flex of her arm and thigh. A rough, scraping sound beneath her heel was heard, sliding against the hard glass barrier. Light aroma of her excitement, intoxicated his body. Her breasts rose and fell, as her nipples appeared underneath the soft, red color of her top. "Mmm, I can't wait to have you again." John quietly thought, feeling the wet essence seep from the tip of his crown, strained behind his boxers. Denna opened her heavy eyes, sitting forward. Freeing her fingers from the gripping, wet heat she created. "We have all night." She purred, licking her painted fingers, as she placed them into her open mouth. "Ohh" John exhaled roughly, folding his hand into hers and then pulled them away from her mouth to sink his teeth into the one she missed. The cab suddenly slowed, coming to a halt. John sat still clutching her wet fingers in his hand. "We're here." she winked, breaking his stare. John released her hand and watched as she slid over, pulling the handle for the door. He followed, stepping out onto the curb, pulling a large bill from his pocket too pay the cabby. "Thanks Man" the cabby looked down, taking a second look. Denna walked in a slow stride, headed for the front door with John only a step behind. A cord dangled from her fingers as her purse hit the back of her knees with a light bounce. The scuff of her high heels crackled against the concrete path, the only sound heard. Approaching the steps, Denna dug out her keys to unlock the door. John stood behind her, his warm breath at the base of her neck, just waiting to pass the threshold of the door. Nibbling at the edge of her neck, John nuzzled his nose behind her ear. The sweet scent of her perfume filled his nose, making his hardness flinch again suddenly. "Ohh, you smell so good." He breathed, tightly pressed up behind her. The lock popped and the door swung open as Denna stepped inside, leaving only inches between them. "Would you like a night cap?" Denna asked, before turning around. "No." John growled, turning her quickly, grabbing the back of her neck. John pulled roughly, pressing her tightly up against his body. He bit at the edge of her lip, cradling her neck in his hand as the other aggressively wrapped around the small of her back. His breath came in short, hurried gasps. He kissed her hard, quickly, and sucked at the edge of her tongue, as her lips folded in and out of his. The sudden loss of her breath made his hips press forward, rubbing against the material of her dress. She gripped his chest with a tight squeeze, pushing him back. "Now, now..." she paused, taking her lips away. "...Be a good boy..." making a fist, waving her pointed finger back and forth in front of him. "...And have a night cap with the lady." She hissed wickedly, pressing her scented finger against his lips. "Grrrr...you're killing me." He thought, as she pulled away and then turned, walking seductively toward the kitchen. "And just what kind of night cap are we talking about?" John chuckled, following her. He watched the smooth curves of her ass slide against the black dress, as it danced against her thighs. "Hmmm, another glass of wine? Or maybe you'd like a brandy?" she asked, looking into the cupboard. "Wine." He answered, "But, that's not what I'm thirsty for." He said, under a held breath. "Wine, it is." and then she reached into the cabinet, pulled out two glasses and placed them on the counter. John leaned against the counter, giving her body a slow, heat-inspiring perusal. Her tight calves flexed underneath her silk stockings, as she stood on the tips of her toes. She causally walked over to the wine cooler, bent down and grabbed a bottle. A pressurize bottle opener appeared in her hand, as she pulled the wrapper from the neck of the bottle. Denna sank the sharp silver spike down into the cork, driving it in until it was flush. One push to the air cylinder and it forced air into the bottle. "Remind me never to piss you off..." John chuckled, looking at her hand as it turned white with pressure from holding the bottle steady, tightly grasped in her fingers. "... Don't you have a regular bottle opener?" he added, watching with amazement. The cork popped as she ripped it from the silver spike, setting it on the counter. "Who likes to be regular?" she turned to face him with a clever grin. She held the glasses in one hand, hanging from her finger tips and the bottle in the other, walking toward him. "Going to do the honors?" "Yes. And you're far from regular." He added, taking a quick glance and her reddened breasts. He lifted the bottle and one glass from her finger tips, filling the glass only half full. Dinner For Two: The Long Sigh Ch. 02 The door bell chimed as Denna walked toward the front door. Peering through the window, Jen stood at the edge of the patio with her arms crossed in front of her. "Hey, you made it!" Denna said, while the door continued to open. "Hi Denna, hope I'm not too early." Jen said, as she stepped inside. "You didn't mention a time." As she looked for a clock on the wall, standing near the front door. "Nah, you're fine. John and I were talking about how hungry we both were." Denna said, closing the door behind her as she leaned forward to give Jen a tight, welcoming squeeze. "Great! So what's for lunch?" Jen grinned, feeling a little relieved as they walked further into the living room. "Hey sexy, what did you do with my pants..." John's voice got louder and louder, "... I can't seem to..." John stopped in his tracks at the mouth of the hallway. "Oh sorry, I didn't hear the door." John stood motionless. Jen held her breath. Completely stunned, she tried to maintain her smile. John's dripping wet hair and body had that just-out-of-the-shower look. Securely around his waist, his towel was tucked in at the front with his muscular thigh keeping the slit open at the side. Jen moved her eyes just too the knot of his towel. The rippled terrycloth didn't hide the location of his excitement. "Oh my, I can't breathe." Jen thought, feeling her lungs tighten. The musky scent of cologne and his freshly washed body begun to engulf the air. Jen finally drew an unnoticeable breath, saturating her senses. "They're on the back of the chair in the bedroom." Denna smiled, turning back to look at Jen, her smile unbothered. "Jen, this is John. John, this is my best friend Jen." Denna said, introducing them, now face to face for the first time. John gaves her a quick but, sexy wink as he stepped forward and began to raise his hand. Jen swallowed hard and forced her feet to move, taking a few short steps toward him, meeting him half way. "It's nice to finally meet you, John." Jen raised her hand. "I can't say I've heard a lot about you." She added with a small laugh, giving Denna an interesting look. John slipped his dry palm into hers. A slow-building squeeze consumed her small hand with only a foot between them. Jen eyes began to glide down his body, absorbing every inch of his skin. His nipples were rock-hard from the cooled air. The scattered, curled hairs on his chest formed a soft blanket of warmth. The towel hung low on his hips with the muscular dip of his torso disappearing down into his towel. The other hand came forward suddenly, meeting up with Jen's wondering eyes. "It's great to meet you too, Jen." John said softly, shaking her hand. Finally loosening his grip, the other hand held the towel tightly in front of him. "If you'll excuse me, I'm going to get those pants." He added with a heated chuckle. "Sure" Jen muttered, trying to speak clearly, as he turned and walked down the hallway. Jen watched the tight towel slide against his against the firmness of his ass. It flapped against the back of his muscular legs while he walked, before the last part of his ankle disappeared, as he turned into the open door of the bedroom. "How in the heck did you land him?" Jen whispered, still looking down the hall. "Actually, it's the other way around. It's kind of a long story." Denna replied in a serious tone, walking around her toward the kitchen. Jen briefly looked at Denna's expression, trying to decided weather or not to tell her what she had heard that night, braced against the ladies room stall. Biting at her lip, she remembered the strong squeeze of John's hand shake and how it felt, as she followed Denna into the kitchen. Jen jumped up onto the bar stood. Denna leaned into the counter top, resting on her elbows on top of the patterned granite. Jen glanced at the counter behind her and noticed an empty bottle of wine with the bottle opener lying beside it. Two glasses sat side by side, drops of red wine still pooled at the bottom. "Would you like a drink before we go out?" Denna asked, looking in the direction of her questioning eyes. Denna grabbed the glasses and placed them into the sink, as she tossed the empty bottle in the trash. "Oh, you're not cooking?" Jen chuckled. "Nope, John's taken us both out." Denna grinned with a spoiled look in her eye. John suddenly appeared behind Denna, wrapping his arms around her. Tightly squeezing her, he placed small bites at the side of her neck, pressing her into the sink. Dressed in slacks, his white button-up shirt was left open at the top. Denna shut her eyes instantly, feeling his teeth scrap her skin, as she shivered and then turned too look up at him. "Good, I need some air." Jen thought to herself, feeling heated. Jen sat paralyzed watching their bodies. Their touch was so familiar as though they shared it many times, slowly feeding Jens imagination. His slacks were slightly wrinkled, no doubt from being on the floor in a heap and left there over night. "So... where would you girls like to go?" John kissed Denna once more just under the lobe of her ear and then looked in Jen's direction with a wink. "There's a little deli about ten minutes from here." Jen swallowed hard, as John's arms curled around Denna, his fingers dipping slightly into the top of her jeans. "That sounds good." Denna smiled, "What do you think?" looking back at John as she wiggled from his touch. "Sound delicious, let's go then." John released Denna and with a quick swat to her cheek, he then turned, walking back down the hallway. "Oh man, he's incredibly hot" Jen snickered, watching Denna's heated reaction, knowing exactly what he was capable of. "I don't remember you ever being like this with anyone." Jen studied her closely. "John's not afraid to go after what he wants. And I'm addicted to him right now, it's like a drug and I can't help myself." Denna paused, taking a deep breath. "I have something to tell you..." Jen held her breath, wondering what sort of news had her so serious. "...John kissed me in the ladies room at Giovanni's before I even knew his name..." Denna said with an unraveled sound to her voice. "...And that isn't all..." John walked into the kitchen as Denna's eyes filled with desire. Her skin became peppered with goose bumps as her breasts reddened before Jen's eyes. The expression left on Denna's face reached out a touched Jen, as her nipples began to tighten, the whimpering tone of Denna's voice told her how much she craved his touch. John stood just a few feet behind Denna, unaware of their conversation. "Are we ready to go?" John softly grinned as though he stepped into their conversation at the wrong time. His hair is slick with gel, almost dry except the very edges with his dinner jacket, hanging at the edge of his fingers. "Ready when you are!" Jen said, answering for Denna, as she picked up her purse, hooking Denna's arm and then followed John out through the living room. "John, you drive." Denna locked the door behind them and then tossed him the keys. John reached, grasping them as they fell into his hand. He then walked around Denna's pick-up truck, parked in the driveway, and slid into the driver seat. Denna walked with Jen and then stopped, as they waited for him to unlock the door. Jen held the door open as Denna slid into the bench seat next to John, as she closed the door behind her. A quick glance at one another, Denna's eyes were filled with secrets that Jen already knew. "Did you have a good dinner last night?" Denna asked, making small talk. "We all just had drinks." Jen smiled, playing along. "Interesting, I guess you ladies weren't hungry for food." John stated. "I can't wait to tell you how hot you both sounded, ripping each others clothes off and how hard it was for me to remain quiet. How much I wanted John to touch me, just like he was touching you Denna." Jen looked into Denna's eyes and then back at John, as the secret voice went off in her head, turned on by the possible truth being revealed. "Have you been too Giovanni's a lot Jen?" John asked with curiosity. "Once or twice" She said plainly. "I hear their burnt cream is great." Jen added, watching the look in Denna's eyes. Denna shifted in her seat, tightly fitted between them, the movement obvious. John's hand dropped from the steering wheel to her thigh, giving her a reminding squeeze, which confirmed Jen's memory of the women that had walked into the ladies room just after they'd finished their encounter. The truck came to a stop as Jen opened her door waiting for Denna to climb out behind her. Denna shut the door and looked into her eyes. "You were in the ladies room, weren't you?" Denna whispered, under her breath. "Yes. But, I thought you were alone. I had no idea you had company." Jen watch the look of fire as it began to fill Denna's eyes. Every moan, whimper, and gasp was heard and now Denna knew it. They weren't alone. Jen reached for her hand, squeezing it tightly as she pulled her closer. "Do you know how hot you sounded?" Jen said wickedly into her ear. "Okay, okay. No time for secret telling now." John chuckled, walking around the truck, standing just beside them. "It's not a secret if you're telling someone." Jen winked, releasing Denna's hand. "I guess you better tell me then, you've already let the cat out of the bag." John chuckled, stuffing Denna's keys into his pocket. Jen slowly walked toward John and then looked back at Denna for a moment. Denna wet her lips with the edge of her tongue unmoved by her forward advances toward John. "Alright" Jen turned, walked toward him, as she whispered into his ear. John leaned into her lips, listened and then reached up, tugging her hair to the side as he began to whisper back in her ear. "Why do you think I asked Denna to have you come over?" John released her and then smiled down into her eyes, not a secret as she thought. *** "John... I over heard you and Denna in the ladies room that night." Those were the whispered secret words that Jen spilled into John's ear. And without surprise or hesitation, he tugged on a handful of her hair. "Why do you think I asked Denna to have you come over?" John released her and then smiled down into her eyes, not a secret as she thought. Jen looked up into his warm sultry eyes. The curves of his lips just tasted the fun and desire. "He must have seen me leaving the ladies room." She wondered, as she looked back at Denna, who was patiently waiting. John's hand slowly dropped down onto Jen's hip, pulling her in closely. His firm but, tender grip left her weak. Suddenly, she found herself drinking in his warm embrace, unwilling to move. John pulled her along, walking toward Denna. His arm open and now held out, he pulled Denna in, embraced her against his body. "Was that just an impulse Jen?" John whispered in a low and sexy voice. "You know you could've left at any time but, you didn't." Denna wrapped her arm around John's waist. A slow but, curious smile began to reach the corners of Jen's mouth. "I couldn't move. I felt drunk listening to the both of you." Jen answered quietly, looking down at her feet. Jen felt Denna's hand rest next too hers. John smiled from the comforting hug they both tightly held him in. "I know you're hungry Denna..." He said, changing the subject, as he let their thoughts stir. "...But, are you hungry Jen?" he added, looking down at her. "I'm starved!" she smiled, as they walked toward the restaurant. The conversation was anything but, sexual, while they sat eating their lunch. Not so much as a hint of Denna playing with her food or John tempting her with his touch. Jen remembered watching Denna at Giovanni's and the way she licked at her spoon. It left a thousand images that flashed through her eyes. Denna attempted to talk about work and Jen stated that she needed to take some time off. John asked a few questions, but his sexy eyes told a different story, as he sat patiently watching Denna and Jen. "You girls want some desert?" John pushed his plate forward, wiping the corners of his mouth with a napkin. "I'm just right." Denna replied, looking at Jen. "No sweets for me, I'm stuffed." Jen glanced across the table back at Denna. She was sitting so close to John and yet their skin hadn't made contact. "Wellll... we could take some back to the house and have it later." He winked at Denna. It was like John was dangling chocolate in front of them, wondering who would grab for it first. "I've got desert at home, we don't need to buy any." Denna replied with a sultry tone. "That's an invitation." Jen smiled, thinking to herself. "Do we need to pick up anymore wine?" John asked, knowing Denna had a fully stocked bar. "No, there's plenty of red or white. Plus I have a few sweet things in the refrigerator." Denna smiled just beyond her eyelashes at Jen. "Are you up for desert or a glass of wine, Jen?" "Sure!" Jen replied. "What am I doing? I'm walking right into it." She sighed. The sexual tension was almost too much to bear. Jen felt the nervous excitement building up all through lunch. No touching, not a single mention of what had happened, the suspense was eating her alive. They left the restaurant and arrived at Denna's townhouse. Denna walked straight into the kitchen too grab a bottle of wine. "Red or White?" Denna's soft lingering tone, echoed from the kitchen. John fell into the lazy boy, as Jen pulled an oversize pillow up to the coffee table and then crouched down, sitting on the floor. "What are you thinking?... " Jen looked at John for a brief moment. "...You know exactly what you're going to do, don't you." His eyes had the look of careful planning, just waiting for the right moment. "Is red okay with you Jen?" he asked. "Ahh, Ohh... yeah, sounds great." Jen heard his voice sharpen, like someone turned up the volume. She smiled, hoping to cover the dazed look in her eyes. "Just bring the bottle of red in here Denna..." John smiled, not looking over his shoulder in the direction of the kitchen. John studied Jen's expression from where he sat. "You're not planning on getting us drunk, are you?" Jen suddenly realized what the question implied. "Maybe you need to relax." He chuckled. "You look so tense sitting there, dumped onto that pillow." His seductive tone warmed the air between them. "Tension ... is not what you're seeing." Jen said firmly. Denna walked into the living room, holding a bottle and three glasses. She stopped just between them. At the side of John's chair and only a step away from Jen's pillow, Denna reached forward and set the glasses down on the coffee table. Pulling the bottle opener from her pocket, Denna placed the cap on the table as she sunk the silver stem down into the cork. With a tap too the air-pressured canister, small air bubbles appeared in the bottle, as she released the cork from the bottle. "Handy little thing, isn't it." Jen snickered. "Yea, we don't have to worry about home security for you, Denna." John chuckled, staring up at her. "I told her that I never wanted to piss her off." John added, glancing at Jen with a smirk. Denna filled each glass half full and then handed them one at a time. "That's right! Both of you watch your step!" she teased, setting the bottle down on the table. Denna grabbed another pillow and then plopped down on top of it next Jen. Jen laughed into her glass, taking a sip of her wine. Silence fell in the room making the air heavy with only swallows of wine heard between them. John placed his wine glass on the coffee table and got down on his hands and knees. Frozen, Denna sat Indian style watching him crawl toward her, as his hands slid up on each side of her pillow. Jen turned, leaning her back up against the coffee table. John smiled, pausing only for a second and then turned toward Denna. Jen felt a large lump in her throat as she swallowed hard. John exhaled and then opened his mouth, leaving it ajar as he brushed his lips against the soft part of Denna's cheek. Jen heard the sharp intake of Denna's breath. "You can stay or you can go." John whispered, at the corner of Denna's lips. Teasing her with a possible kiss, "The choice is yours." Jen wanted to speak, but could only watch, as his mouth skimmed across Denna's. Another soft sigh came from Denna, reminding Jen of the first sound she heard when she became trapped in the ladies room stall that night in the restaurant. Only now the sight of them was right in front of her with no where to hide. John shifted his weight coming to his feet as he began to rise. Kicking his shoes off, he stepped away from them. His open hand held out, Denna gripped onto it coming to her feet. Pulled in front of him, John pressed her back up against his chest, as he looked down over her shoulder. The slow and deliberate slide of his hand ran along the inside of her silk top pulled the fabric up, revealing Denna's heated skin. The soft pads of his finger tips ran over the many goose bumps covering her skin. Her silky top moved again, barely clinging too her body. Her nipples hardened from his touch, as her shortened and ragged breath picked up. Denna looked down into Jen's heated stare, feeling her wanting eyes. John slowly knelt behind Denna. He pulled her jeans down, freeing them from her ankles. She stepped away, left with only a thin piece of black material that covered her waiting, flinching muscle. Jen took one last drink, setting her glass down on the table behind her. She felt her lips swell, as she sucked on her own tongue, feeling tightening cramp of her sex, reacting to his touch. "Do you like what you see?" John breathed from behind Denna's thigh. "Yes" Jen answered with widened, glossy eyes. His voice went lower, deeper, and softer than she remembered. "Mmm, Denna's insatiably hungry..." John grasped the edges of Denna's silk top, pulling it free, exposing her breasts to Jen. He then turned Denna to the side and kissed her lightly on the tops of her thighs. He started at the top of Denna's hip. Taking a finger, he hooked it inside the string that held the basic material against her skin. He drew it down until it disappeared behind the thin lining that covered the soft skin of her mound. "Ohh" Denna inhaled, looking down at him. Jen felt the tiny pin-pricks against her bra. The heat swelled, coiling minute by minute as John continued to show Jen everything that her eyes missed in the bathroom stall that night. "...Just waiting for me to touch..." He moved his finger just enough. "...her favorite spot..." His wrist turned with his palm facing up as he curled two fingers up, sinking them in beyond the black g-string. "...Until she needs more." Jen felt her stomach tighten, the dull ache of desire stirred at the base of her lower back, as she listened to his voice, coaxing Denna's body to react. Jen looked up and watched her eyes close. Denna pierced her bottom lip with the sharp edges of her teeth. Her head sank back into her shoulders as his fingers slid inside her enclosed channel once again. Her breath stopped suddenly, as she parted her legs a little further giving him full access to anything he wanted to touch. The sounds of her excitement spilled into the air, as she began to breathe once again. Denna sank her fingers into the curls of John's hair, tugging and clutching it, as if to hold onto anything. Her ribs began to rise, showing just beyond the skin that covered them. And then they fell rapidly, forcing air out as fast as it came in. "Uhh, Uhh... Yesss!" Denna whimpered, her lips quivered almost at the same pace as her stomach. Jen found it hard to sit still, watching her loose control. Denna's face showed something that looked like pain but, then she licked at the edge of her lips, smiling down at him. Dinner For Two: The Long Sigh Ch. 02 "A little more, Uh? Just a little more." John teased, looking up into her wanting eyes. "Yes, don't stop, please." Denna whined. John turned to briefly look at Jen. She had sunk her hand down into her jeans, her fingers were fiercely moving, as the other pressed and squeezed against the material of her blouse, capturing the fullness of her breast in her hand. "After you cum, I'm going to make Jen cum." John hissed wickedly, as he suddenly brought his other hand up, ripping the thin black material from Denna's hips. John held his hand still. Still engulfed in the grip of her tunnel, as he leaned forward capturing her swollen stem into his waiting mouth. "Mmm, mmm, mmm." John moaned into her soaked lips, as he sucked at them softly. Denna's breath stopped as she jolted forward, the soft skin of her stomach flexed with each wave of pleasure. "OH!" Denna gasped. "OH!" Denna clutched the top of John's shoulders as she began to collapse down onto her weakened knees. He balanced her body in front of him and then rolled her over onto back. Lying against the over-sized pillow, he softly placed kiss on her parted and dry lips. Gently caressing the softness of her breast, he turned to look at Jen. "Pull them off." John watched her reaction after looking down at his slacks. Jen rose to her feet, stripping her clothes from her body. Now nude before him, she looked down at Denna. John continued to touch her, cupping her heated breast softly in his hand. Jen knelt down between his parted legs. She curled her fingers around his slacks catching his boxers, as she pulled them from under his hips. His hardened length sprang forward, the sweet and shiny top was reddened with pressure. "Come here," John breathed. "Let me feel what you've been touching." John gripped onto Jen, grabbing her hips with both hands. She slowly sank down onto him, her slippery sleeve engulfing him completely. Staring deeply into his eyes, John moaned. "Urgghh..." His fingers dug into her flesh. "...Mmm, you're so wet." he whispered into her ear. He embraced her tightly, wrapping his arm around her. His hands went flat against her spine, as he pulled her down further onto him. "Ohh" Jen's voice spilled into the quiet room. "Is this what you want to feel...?" John breathed deeply, licking at the edge of her ear. John's wicked tone caused a surge of pleasure that shot through her body. He pulled her down tightly against him again and then with very little effort turned her over, laying her flat on her back. She laid against the pillow next to Denna, as his hips began to move. Jen turned her head to the side, looking into Denna's heavy satisfied eyes. Denna rolled over onto her side and kissed Jen softly on the lips. She licked at the texture of Jen's lips, as John quickly surged forward. Aggressively holding her, he invaded her further at a quickening pace. "Uhh, Uhh." Jen moaned, as Denna kissed her breath away, covering her open lips. Denna squeezed her hand around Jen's breast, pinch her fingers together, enclosing her erect nipple. Sliding her hand, Denna trailed down the wave of her stomach until she reached Jen's wet, open folds. Denna began to pat the tip of her exposed bud, tormenting her with each strike. "Ooo, yes!" Jen whimpered, her back arched as Denna stopped circling over it with the wet pads of her fingers while John continued to surge forward. "Ohh, Ooohhh, Ohhhhh!" Jen exhaled roughly, pulling, and gripping Denna's shoulder as she lost herself in the gripping release of her body. John came down, lying over her shaking body. He gripped the edges of her shoulders, surging forward one last time. The thrust of his hips met the backs of her thighs until he suddenly stopped, embracing her tightly. "Uuhh, Urgghh..." John's torso flexed against the moist skin of her tummy, as he began to coat her tunnel with white heat of his essence. Jen sighed softly, lying breathlessly beneath him. Denna curled up next to her side, as John turned his head. Denna softly kiss the edge of his lips, as he smiled looking into her deep and longing eyes. The End. Dinner For Two: The Long Sigh Denna took it from him, handing him the other as wine spilled into his. She took a long a slow-tasting drink, watching him with devious eyes and then set her glass down behind him on the counter. Her fingers went to the back of her skirt, the stressed sound of a zipper was heard, as it loosen the material of her skirt. Ruffled in front of her, it then fell, hitting the floor resting on top of her point high heels. With a small twist, John set the bottle down behind him. He took a small, hesitating drink from his glass, intoxicated by her gaze. Eyes that stared deep into his, as she kicked her skirt to the side. The soft peach of her crease was no longer hidden by the dress she'd worn. Her long shapely legs shot down, pouring into the black heels incasing her toes which he soon wanted to feel and suck on. Pulling the tie to her halter top, it fell loosely down in front of her. She crossed her arms and with a tug, pulled it over her head. Her warm flesh, wrinkled from the fabric, as her breast hung free. She reached to the side of him, careful not to touch him with her bare flesh. Pulling the glass up to her mouth, her top fell free of her fingers. Sipping at the wine, she slowly knelt down before him, setting the glass on the tile floor. "Oh yes!" paralyzed, holding his breath John waited, watching the cat-like movements of her body. Her fingers went to the edge of his pants and released the button, pulling the zipper of his slacks. Denna pulled his hips forward away from the counter. His pants slid down to his ankles, revealing the tight, formed boxers holding the center of his pleasure. Her finger nails hooked into the waist band sliding them down. Denna's nails raked over his thighs, leaving a little red trail of parallel lines as the mushroom-shaped crown hovered above her waiting lips. Slipping her fingers into the neck of the wine glass, Denna lifted it to her soft lips as she filled her mouth, holding it there against her tongue. Grasping the hardened flesh of his cock, her fingers precisely enclosed him. The soft bat of her eye lashes, curiously seeking the thrill of his movement. She began to penetrate her filled mouth, engulfing it around him. "Oh god!" John exhaled roughly, feeling the wine slosh against the palate of her mouth. "Give me your hands..." he shook, gripping them tightly as she began to suck, one swallow and then another. The wine began do disappear, leaving his cock tightly held in the warmth of her mouth. A little forward her lips preceded, reddened with pressure, as they slid closer to the base. "Uhhh" John moaned, clinching her hands tightly. Denna then pulled away, leaving her warm mouth open. Her tongue slipped back and forth underneath the tip of his excitement. She flicked once and then blew a hot breath of air. "Soaked in wine, mmmm..." her soft voice vibrated at the edge, as she pulled her hand away from his clinched fingers and picked up the wine glass. "...And soon you will drink from me." She hissed, taking another sip. John looked down filling his hand with her hair as she leaned forward, taking him into her mouth. The shock of her cooled tongue cause a convulsion, his knees buckling as her mouth moved quickly with purpose. Her fingers tips returned, wrapped him in a squeeze-sliding clinch, as her free hand palmed the soft-filled sack of his essence. "Oh wait, uhhh..." his dry mouth heard, taking a forced breath. "Not... uhhhh, yet. Uhh..." he trembled, unable to stop her consuming mouth. Quickly, the squeeze of her hand, teased his hips forward as they bucked against the counter. Her lips opened as her tongue flattened underneath his flexing cock. "Cum for me John, let me taste your hunger!" her deep and wicked voice crippled his knees as she closed her month around him, sucking softly, pulling his crown with a tugging sensation. "OH, OH, yesss!" John moaned, filling the tip of her waiting tongue, as she hesitated then sucked, his body jerking involuntarily. Slowly his body sank, heavy with spent legs and labored breaths. Denna released her hold, picking up the wine glass too take a long, mouth-filling drink of wine and then began to rise. "Mmm. Come here you little devil, I'm not through with you yet." His lips covered hers as he wrapped his arms around her tightly. Will be continued...