0 comments/ 8958 views/ 0 favorites Dinner for Two Ch. 01 By: BrenVarouse Dinner was a formality. Just a way for the two of us to convince ourselves that we weren't being foolish; Meeting like this. Coming all this way for one night of passion. Foolish. Unless... Unless it was more than that. If we went out for dinner at least we could say that we spent some time together, had "gotten to know each other," before rushing into the bedroom. But we both knew why we were there. It sat in the air between the two of us, as we stared across the food at each other, our appetites for the dishes we'd ordered disappearing into the wake of our carnal appetites. The anticipation of what was to come fed on our inaction and was fueled by the momentary lapses in will that kept slipping past our control. The way my hand fell on the small of your back when I ushered you towards the chair I had pulled out for you. The way your breast "accidentally" brushed my hip as you sat down (Good line). The seemingly innocent, sensual sight of your lips wrapped around a breadstick as you bit into it. The momentary burst of sexual electricity as our feet met under the table, you heels removed, as your leg brushed against mine, lingered, then moved away. I knew you felt it too, the rush. I could see in your eyes the same mischievous grin that I knew shone in mine. Dinner was foreplay, an omen of what was to come. And now here we are. Alone, having stepped into the elevator in my building. Explicit thoughts stirring my loins as my mind turns back to your movements on the dance floor only half an hour before. The way your body moved, the liquid sensuality of your body against mine. The smell of you, wafting into my nose as I pressed my hips into you. I open my eyes and see you across the elevator, your eyes moving over the front of my pants. I look down and notice that my erection is clearly visible straining against the fabric of my slacks. "What were you thinking about?" you ask coyly, knowing full well where my mind had wandered. I take the two steps needed to reach you and leaning in I gently press my lips to yours. My heart begins to race as you respond with the same passion that I feel. Our lips part and I gently push my tongue into your mouth, meeting your tongue in a gentle embrace. Your hot, sweet breath mixes with mine as you moan and press your body into mine. With your breasts pressed into me as they are, I can feel, only slightly but clearly, your hard nipples through the thin fabric of my shirt. I reach my hand up and gently cup the back of your head, running my hands through your hair as we continue to kiss. Just as I gently suck your tongue into my mouth, our kiss is broken. "Are you getting off here?" A middle aged man who I know as one of my neighbors asks, standing in the door of the elevator. Looking up, I notice that we have reached my floor. Taking your hand I look at my neighbor, "Not here, but at least once each down the hall." I turn and grin to you,we both begin to giggle, like children. I pull you down the hall with me, with each step the excitement building. Finally we reach my door. I can't get the keys out fast enough. My eyes straining to catch glimpses of you as I unlock the door the keys slip and miss the keyhole. "I hope you don't have that problem later," you say to me. I look you in the eye, and with one swift motion bury the key in the lock and turn the knob, "We'll find out, won't we?" Stumbling through the doorway, with you in my arms, I use my leg to kick the door closed. Spinning you around I pull your back to my chest and press my hips into your ass, grinding my hard cock into your soft flesh. Melting into my chest, you lean your head back onto my shoulder, your face turned away from me. I breathe in your sweet perfume and lean my face in, in an attempt to drown myself in your sweet aroma. Gently, I lay a kiss at the base of your neck. Spurred on by your sigh, I slowly make my way up your neck, planting light kisses along the way. Reaching out, I take your hand in mine, bringing it to my lips and kissing your palm. My other hand snakes around your waist and up to your sternum, feeling the sloping mounds of your breasts on either side. Bringing my attention back to your face, I notice you have turned your head to me, your eyes full of lust. I move in, an animal consumed by passion, and kiss you deeply, gently running my tongue around the inside of your lips. After a few long moments of lip locking bliss, I break our kiss. Running my hand down your body I gently press on your mound through your dress. "I want you to come on my face," I pant into your ear. Spinning us around I press you into the door, your back still to me. Dropping to my knees, I lift the hem of your skirt up to your waist. Pausing for a moment to admire the flawless, shapely cheeks of your ass, displayed in a black thong, I gently run the tips of my fingers over your silky flesh. Looping my thumbs into the waist-band of your panties, I strip them down to your ankles. Now, I begin pressing my face into your ass, nuzzling the right then the left and finally planting a wet kiss on each cheek before turning you around. Seeing you, disheveled, nude from the waist down, my cock strains against my boxers. Placing my hands on your hips, I pull your bush towards my face. Running my nose through your soft hair I inhale deeply, savoring your powerful womanly scent. "It's been far too long," I say, more to myself than you, "I had forgotten how much the smell of a wet pussy can turn me on." Lifting your right leg over my shoulder, I gently kiss your mound. Looking up, I see your face, eyes closed, head back, your teeth biting into your lower lip, I know you want this. I begin by kissing your inner thigh, the frequency of kisses slowing as I come closer to your flower. Gently, ever so slowly, I lick along the outer lips of your wet and swollen pussy, careful not to touch your inner lips or the beautiful clit that slightly protrudes from its hiding place. Not able to resist any longer, I slip my tongue into you inner folds, circling then gently sucking on each lip in turn before pressing my stiff tongue into your hole. The flavor of your juice and the sounds of your moans nearly drives me over the edge. Flattening my tongue, I begin a long slow stroke up the center of your twat towards your perfect pearl. Reaching your clit, I circle it with my tongue and take it into my mouth, suckling and tonguing it like a nipple. Suddenly, I notice your hands pressing into the back of my head, pressing me against your cunt. I continue, with increased fervor, to massage your clit with my tongue, providing a gentle suckling action. With one finger, I slide into you, curling it in a come hither motion, pressing into your g-spot. I can hear you moaning louder now, small screams of pleasure egging me on. It is then that I feel the contractions on my finger and hear you cry out in sexual rapture. Pulling my finger from you, I kiss your womanhood and stand up. You meet me with a deep tongue kiss as we share the taste of your cum. Breaking the kiss, I suck my fingers clean, "You are amazing. Now, shall we move on to the real foreplay?" Dinner for Two Ch. 01 I stepped out of the shower, my bathroom filled with steam and sweet smells of lavender and cucumber melon body scrub. I opened the door and began oiling my skin in front of the mirror, my reflection slowly becoming visible as the steam left the room. I was glowing, and my body tingling all over in anticipation of tonight. He liked to play games, all sorts of games. After the most recent experience of being bound and fucked senseless, I couldn't even imagine what he had in store for me tonight. I went about the house, getting ready -- laying out the clothes that fit the description he had given me. I was to wear a tight white cotton shirt with a black flowing skirt that stopped just above my knees. I didn't think that there was anything particularly sexy about the outfit he had chosen but I knew better than to disobey the order I was given. As I was putting on my earrings and finishing my mascara I heard my phone *bzzzz bzzzz*. Immediately I felt my nipples harden into the lace of my bra. "No bra. No panties. Your pussy better be completely bare and wet by the time you get here." My thighs instinctively squeezed together, trying to put some pressure on my clit. His words were enough to make the desire pool and heat at the apex of my thighs. I walked back into the bedroom and shimmied out of my black lace panties and then I removed my bra. What I had previously thought of as a "not so sexy" outfit had just become me wearing my arousal on my sleeve, so to speak. As I walked to my car I was hyper aware of every little breeze and rustle of the wind. Each one gently caressing my pussy lips and sending shivers down my spine -- reminding me of what was to come. When I got to the restaurant my lover was there waiting for me. I was escorted to the booth where he waited and he motioned me to sit. This was all very new, this public display of our sexual games. I couldn't have been more excited. When I went to sit down he whispered in my ear "Lift your skirt. I want your ass and cunt on this leather seat." Of course I obliged, too eager to please him as our game was beginning. I knew that if I obeyed every order he would give me orgasms that would rock my body to its core. I sat down next to him and we proceeded to order appetizers and drinks. He asked me about my day and about what was new at work. He made no move to touch me, no move to even brush against me. The distance between our bodies was only a few inches but the agony of the anticipation was starting to drive me crazy. It wasn't until after we had finished our appetizers and first glasses of wine, that his hand first went under the table. "Pull your skirt back all the way to your hips and spread your legs wide like the good little slut you are." I was so desperate for his touch that my mouth went dry and my skirt was pulled up and my legs were spread wide before another second had passed. He stroked my thighs slowly at first, from my knee all the way to my pussy lips and back down to my other knee. He kept stroking me, feather light with his finger tips. My nipples were so hard and pushing against the cotton of my shirt; it would have been obvious to anyone that looked at me. The sensation was incredible as my nerve endings were extremely sensitive and any rub against my skin felt like electrical currents. I hadn't realized my eyes were closed until I heard his voice. "Ah ah ah, open your eyes. Look at all the people in this restaurant. Your greedy little cunt is on display for all of them to see. Do you think they're noticing? Do you think they can smell you yet? See that man over there...stare at him. Don't take your eyes off him or you'll be punished." My eyes locked on my target, my lips parted and my breathing started to quicken. I stared at him, willing him to look up at me. When we finally made eye contact he raised an eye brow at me, questioning whether or not my "come fuck me" eyes were meant for him. I nodded -- answering his unspoken question. "That's my good girl. Now get him to look down under the table." I looked down into my lap, hoping my target's eyes would follow mine. I looked up at him again and found that he had gotten my message. Although the lighting was dim, I could see that his eyes were now transfixed underneath the table on my wide spread legs and my bare pussy lips. My muscles clenched deliciously and my nipples got even harder. There was heat radiating from between my thighs now, and I could smell my arousal. My lower lips were slightly parted, glistening with my wetness and begging for some kind of stimulation. I think I unconsciously moaned or begged because then his thumb and middle finger were on me, spreading my outer lips as wide as they would go. I tensed when I felt the cool air conditioned air of the restaurant touch my inner lips. Then with his index finger, my lover began stroking my inner lips. Teasing them. Rubbing them. He dipped his finger inside my tight hole and spread my lubrication from my entrance up to my clit. Then he stayed there rubbing my clit with slow circular motions, then up and down, and side to side. He was deliberately drawing this out, putting me on display for this other man to see me as vulnerable and weak against my sexual desires. I tried to thrust my hips forward into his touch, begging for more than the limited skin to skin contact he was granting me. All the while I kept my eyes on my target whose mouth was now open, his tongue tracing his bottom lip and I could see that his left hand had dropped below the table and was now stroking what I'm sure was an impressive hard-on. My lover leaned into my left side and whispered, "Your cunt is getting wetter by the minute. You dirty little bitch, you want him don't you? Want him underneath this table licking your beautiful tight little pussy? Want his fat cock ramming you from behind? Is that what you want?" I whimpered then, his words enough to almost push me over the edge. I felt so exposed and ashamed but so turned on at the same time. "Answer me BITCH. You want him don't you??" I almost couldn't breathe. My face was hot with embarrassment. How was I supposed to admit that I wanted this stranger? This random man who was stroking himself while watching me. This man looking at me as if I were his last meal...not even blinking for fear he might miss my climax. My lover moved then, he was able to get both his hands under the table and both were on me. With his right hand he spread my lips again, wider this time. And with his left hand he plunged his middle and ring fingers deep inside me. I was so tight and swollen from being teased that his intrusion hurt. I bit my lip to stop from crying out and relished in the sting of his abrupt stretching of my hole. My pussy was now flooded with my juices and the sounds of his pumping fingers was deafening. I was sure that the other diners around us could hear it. He rubbed against my most sensitive spot with his finger tips and used the palm of his hand against my clitoris. He leaned in to me and bit my neck, hard. I lost control. I completely came undone. My legs were shaking and my back arched into the seat. I came all over his fingers and he continued to pump into me, riding out the contractions of my pussy. My target was now fidgeting and adjusting himself, I absent mindedly wondered if his cock was dripping precum and leaving a spot on his boxers. My lover's commanding voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "Get up and walk to the restrooms. Go into the men's room and sit on the couch just inside the door. But first, clean my fingers." He put his fingers up to my lips and I opened my mouth. He slid them inside and I sucked and licked them clean. Then he kissed me and sent me on my way. I scooted out of the booth and adjusted my skirt as I stood from the table. My target watched me intensely, and I could feel my own juices covering my inner thighs while I walked, wondering what was in store for me. Dinner For Two Ch. 02 On shaky legs I walk around to the other side of the car, but you beat me to it and open the door and hand me into the car. As I sit down, my dress parts once again and you can see my pussy glistening from the hard cum you've just given me. I go to cover up, but you stop my hand and almost pleadingly ask me to leave it like that. I look up at you and can see the desire in your eyes, and also the excitement. I know that you have a little bit of an exhibitionist tilt and the look in your eyes tells me that if I accede to you on this you will make it well worth my while. I nod my assent and do my seat belt up. You walk around to your side of the car and get in, your eyes glued to my glistening pussy. I can see the bulge growing in your pants again and I know that we are in for one hell of a time when we get back to my place. We start on the journey home, and I can feel your eyes drifting to my uncovered pussy. You reach over and run your finger up my slit, teasing me with what you're going to do once we reach our destination. Whilst I am turned on, I am also feeling slightly apprehensive with my pussy on display. This comes home really quickly as a 4WD pulls up next to us and I can see the driver take a second look as he realises what he can see. I immediately pull the skirt of my dress across, but not before he has got a look at you fingering my pussy. I blush profusely as you pull your hand away and make a great display of licking your fingers for our uninvited guest. I silently vow to make you pay for that one. It's not long before we get back to my place and I am hot, horny, wet and ready to go. As we pull into the driveway, I reach across and give you a hard squeeze on your rapidly hardening cock. You feel so big under my hand and you're still not at full hardness. I know I am in for a workout tonight -- but not before I have had some fun with you. We get to the door and my hands are shaking as I try to put the key in the lock -- knowing I am going to come hard and long and more than once when we get through the door...little did I know... I finally get the key in the security lock, and then open the front door. I lock the security door and then close the front door, and no sooner do I do this than you spin me round and shove me back against the door and start kissing me. As I start to reach for you, you grab both of my wrists and pin them to the door above my head. You start licking my neck, and biting it -- not enough to leave marks, but enough to let me know that you mean business and that I am in for some fun. Whilst holding my hands above my head, you start moving further down my neck and to the crease between my tits. My nipples are so hard now and you can see them poking out under my dress. You take one in your mouth and suck hard! You're rewarded with not only a groan from me, but my hips bucking forward...I can feel how hard you are now and all I want to do is get you inside of me, but you have other ideas. You release my hands and bring both of your hands down to my tits. Whilst you are sucking on one nipple, you are twirling the other one between your thumb and forefinger. They are so hard and I am literally squirming, wanting some sort of secondary stimulation. You don't disappoint. You take your hands from my tits and I groan in disappointment. You run your hands over my stomach then grab the edges of the skirt of my dress and part them. I can feel you looking at my pussy, and I can feel how wet I am. You gently blow on my pussy and I shudder, parting my legs slightly. You take this as an invitation, and grab my calf and hook it over your shoulder. I am now totally on display to you, and whilst I am blushing, I am so turned on. You don't waste the opportunity of seeing me completely on display and at your mercy, and run your tongue up and down my slit. Time and time again you do this, pausing every now and then to see what effect you are having on me. I am plastered to the back of the door and my breathing is really heavy. You can see my nipples sticking out -- even harder than they were when you were sucking on them -- you didn't think that they could get any harder. You were wrong. You dig your tongue deep in my pussy, fucking me with it, and then move up to my clit, sucking on it. I am literally gushing now and you're licking it all up. You can feel my legs shaking and can tell that I am really close to cumming. You stick two fingers in my pussy and probe around, trying to find my G spot. You know when find it when I place a hand behind your head and start pushing your head into my pussy. I need to cum and I need to cum now. You take my clit in your mouth and start sucking on it. Almost immediately I start to thrash about and then you can feel me tightening on your fingers and I start to scream out loud. It feels so good! I am cumming so hard and juice is running down your fingers. You catch me as I start to fall... You rise off you knees and offer me your hand. As you do I realise that your crotch is at the perfect level and I can see you are very hard. I raise my hand but only as far as your cock and start running my hand over you through your trousers. I hear the sharp intake of your breath. On legs that are still shaking, I rise to my knees and look up at you. Your eyes are full of passion, and I know that you really want to fuck me now, but I am not going to let you off that lightly. I want this to last a while and I know the perfect way. I take my hand off you and raise both hands to your belt buckle. All the while looking at you, I undo your belt and then undo your trousers. They fall to the floor and I can see you hard cock jutting out at me. It is glistening with precum already and I can't wait to taste it, but decide to tease you a little first. I run my thumb across the head of your cock and you jerk hard at that first contact. I feel you reach down to grab my head and guide it your cock, but I stop you. I tell you that you have to keep your hands still and behind your back. This is to be about me pleasuring you in my own way, and your hands are not to be involved. You growl in frustration, but agree. Once I am sure that your hands are behind your back, I repeat my action, just running the pad of my thumb across your precum covered head... I do it a couple of times, ensuring that the head of your cock is glistening with it. I can hear your breathing getting slightly more ragged. I know you that you want me to get you off with my mouth, but at this stage you just don't care -- you want to come and will do anything that you can to achieve it. I look up at you one last time before lowering my head to your crotch, and as you wait for me to take your cock in my mouth I surprise you. I lick over your right nut and then I slowly and carefully take it into my soft mouth and lick all over it. I then do the same for your left one. Each time I remove your balls from my mouth you can hear the slight pop sound that it makes. I playfully lick figure-eights around your balls... up between them... down the right... up between them... down the left... up... down the right... up... down the left... and I can feel you getting more frustrated, but I want this to last for you and make you come hard. You get so frustrated that you release your hands and grab my hair trying to move me up and closer to your cock for some relief. I warn you that if you do that again, I will tie your hands behind your back and you will be completely at my mercy. You put your hands behind your back again, and I decide to have some mercy on you, and while I start palming you in my hand, I take you into my mouth, relishing the taste of your precum. I can feel you trying to push into my mouth but I stop you with a hand on your stomach. I take my mouth off your cock, look up at you and tell you that if you let me do this my way, it will be all the better for you. Eyes glazed over, you agree. I start licking up and down your cock, little feather strokes that drive you insane. I run my tongue up the underside of your cock, tracing the path of that hard vein that leads to the underside of your head. I lick just under your corona knowing that it drives you insane, and I am not disappointed. Your cock almost hits my nose as you jump at the sensation. I take just the head back in my mouth, and bring my hand up to the base of your cock. I start running my hand up and down your cock, twisting my hand as I do. At the same time I start to suck on the head of your cock. You can see my cheeks hollowing and then I add to the feeling -- I start running my tongue over your slit. My tongue is like a little point trying to get into the head of your cock and you start bucking wildly. I haven't finished yet...I spit on my hands to get them more lubed and start running my hands up and down your cock -- giving you a double handed wank, every now and then giving you a little lick on the head of your dick. I keep doing this for about a while. I can tell that you are close, and I want to make your cum memorable. You can't see it, but I have covered my finger in spit, and as I take you all the way down my throat, I put my finger in your ass and wiggle it around a little. I can feel when I hit the sweet spot as you clench your ass on my finger and start thrusting hard at my mouth, trying to get as far as you can down my throat. I take you time and time again down my throat, every time needing to come up for air. I hold you back a little, I want to taste you. I keep moving my finger, and move my mouth back to the head of your cock and start to seriously suck. My other hand reaches down to your ball sac and I pull down -- enough for you to feel it and enough for you to moan. I add the final touch and I start to hum around the head of your cock...you can feel the vibrations clear down to your balls and you start to cum hard. I am swallowing as quick as I can but even still it is too much and your cum starts to leak out of the corners of my mouth. I keep swallowing as much as I can, and after you give me the last burst, I pull of your cock and lick my lips. I bring my finger up to my lips and gather the cum that has leaked and suck it up greedily. I then proceed to clean your cock. I am greedy and want all of your cum in my mouth... I'm new to this so any feedback -- unless downright nasty -- is welcomed. Thanks for taking the time to read me. I appreciate it! Dinner For Two Ch. 02 Denna slowly walked, feeling as though she would trip along the way. Her legs were heavy, not quite under her as she took a deep breath, passing the bar. Her nipples scratched at the inside of her dress as it slid against her body while she moved. Her skin was on fire, boiling just below the surface. Her teeth pierced her bottom lip, still feeling and tasting his passion that had been pressed against them only minutes ago. Her shoulder length hair, tickled her neck, reminding her of his firm grip, holding her in the tight embrace. "Okay, you can do this. Just act normal. How hard can it be?" she muffled the words under her breath as she began smile, talking through her teeth. Denna neared the booth, the gentleman and his date not visible, as she past the waitress along the way. "No need to look at him. I'll just sit down and focus on Brian." she said, trying to convince herself. Approaching the booth, she fixed her stare toward Brian, sliding around into her seat. "Hope I didn't miss dinner." Denna said, wondering how long she'd been gone. "Nah. Women always take awhile when in the bathroom..." Brian chuckled and then winked, letting her off the hook. Denna lifted her leg, crossing it at the knee, she felt the white heat, kissing her lips beneath the laced thong she wore. Shifting her weight, appearing to get comfortable, she pressed her hands flat against the padded booth. There was no escape from it, the wetness was trapped and pressed against the one thing he hadn't touched. She bit at her lip again, fighting back the feeling to sigh with pleasure. "...Are you alright? Your skin is flushed." Brian said, looking concerned. "I'm fine, it's just a little warm in here I guess." Denna answered quickly, trying to change the subject. "If you're warm, then why do you have goose bumps?" Brian said, baffled. "Hmm..." Denna felt stumped, flustered and unsure of what to say. "...Good question." she giggled, hoping he'd drop it. "I actually ordered for you." Brian said, picking up the conversation. "Oh? Really?" Denna smiled, taking a breath in relief. "Yeah. Jen had said that you weren't picky. So, I took a chance." Brian said, looking satisfied with his choice. "Well, I guess I'm in for a treat then." Denna winked, picking up her filled wine glass. "You already ordered another glass?" she smiled, not recalling if she had finished it all before leaving for the bathroom. "Yes I did. Was that okay?" Brian looked worried. "Be careful Brian, I'm starting to like you." she giggled, thinking to herself. "Absolutely perfect!" Denna replied, taking a big swallow, watching him smile. "It would have been better if I wasn't drinking alone." Denna shivered, just realizing how that might have sounded. "I have to work in the morning. I don't want a hang over." he said, looking over to see the waiter standing at their table. Denna sighed, feeling as though she was on a date with herself. Setting the large serving tray down on top of a tray holder, the waiter leaned forward, placing Brian's plate of food in front of him. Denna caught a glimpse of the gentleman's table. He was no where to be found. The redhead sat there, sipping at her fruity drink, playing with her straw, patiently waiting for his return. "How come you're not back yet? Where did you go? Were you waiting for me to get back to my table first?" thoughts rushed through Denna's mind. The waiter placed Denna's plate in front of her. "Sides are hot, don't burn yourself." the waiter said, removing the potholder from the side of the plate. Denna studied her plate, filled with dark green circles, and some cheese sprinkled over marinara sauce with a slice of sour dough bread at the side. "Eggplant Parmesan, I hear they make it great here." Brian said, looking at her plate, satisfied. "Great!" Denna said, smiling back at Brian, feeling a lump in her throat. "I guess I'll wash it down with my wine." she thought. Reaching for her wine glass, as the waiter picked up his tray, bracing the tray rack at his hip as he walked away. Denna looked over to see if the gentleman and his date were eating. He returned and was now seated next to the redhead, Denna sighed, resting the edge of the wine glass at her parted lips. His sexy, unmistakable, smile was rippled with heat as he drummed his finger against his lip. His eyes spoke volumes, still feeling their kiss. The redhead suddenly broke his stare, by wrapped her arm around his neck, draped over him. Her laugh echoed in their booth as she whispered in his ear. Amused but, less interested, he flashed a different smile to his date, one Denna hadn't seen before. "Well, come on. It's getting cold." Brian said, nudging her arm, as she turned, almost dropping her glass into her plate. "Whoa! Easy now!" Brian teased, grasping her hand, holding it tightly around her glass, above the plate of food. "I got it." Denna giggled, quickly responding, waiting for him to let go. Denna set her glass down on the table, as she picked up the sour dough bread, ripping off a piece, taking a bite. The rest of dinner dragged on, Denna taking only a few bites of her dinner as she exchanged glances with the gentleman. The redhead sat, toying with his ear, taking up most of the conversation, completely unaware of the heated stares he was sending Denna's way. The dinner plates were taken away as Brian leaned to the side, leaving his napkin at the edge of his plate. "You didn't eat much." Brian stated. "Yea, I guess I lost my appetite." Denna shrugged, acting as though it was nothing. "No desert then?" Brian winked. "Not tonight." Denna said, flatly, forcing a smile. "I'll be right back, don't go anywhere." Brian chuckled, sliding out of his seat. Denna laughed, thinking that wasn't a half-bad idea. Then glanced at the gentleman, he was signing the slip, handing the hard candy to his date. Brian suddenly returned, sliding back in his seat as the waiter followed, setting the bill at the center of the table. Brian reached forward, handing his card to the waiter. "Oh, I am stuffed." Brian said with a sigh. "Thanks for dinner Brian. It was great getting to meet you." Denna said, ready for their date to be over, as the waiter returned with the receipt. "Thank you. Have a great evening." the waiter said with a smile. "Yeah, it was fun..." he smiled at Denna, "...Are you ready to go?" he added. "Yeah, I have to work tomorrow too." Denna replied. They slid from the booth as Denna looked over, the gentleman's booth now empty. Brian touched the small of her back, pushing her along in front of him, headed for the front door. The redhead's familiar laugh rang over the voices of the restaurant as they approached the front desk. The gentleman and his date stood near the front door. Denna stopped just short of standing behind the redhead, feeling trapped, wanting to stay as long as she could to be close to the gentleman. "I need a cab." Denna spoke, getting the attention of the man standing at the appointment desk. He picked up the phone, calling her a cab. "I can give you a ride..." Brian paused. "Oh no, that's okay. I have to make a few stops before heading home." she said, touching Brian's shoulder, looking just past him as the redhead kissed the gentleman, on his cheek. "...Are you sure?" smiling down at her. "Yes, thank you..." Denna paused, "...One more stop before the cab gets here." pointing toward the ladies room. "Ahh, the wine eh?" Brian chuckled. "Yea..." Denna laughed, kissing him on the cheek. "...Talk to you soon." she said, walking away from him with a wave. "Bye Denna. Tell Jen, I said thanks." Brian waved back. "Goodnight Brian, I will!" as Denna smiled, watching him walk out the door. "Cab's here!" the guy at the front desk, spoke in a loud tone. The redhead kissed the gentleman, walking toward the open door, as the gentleman looked back at Denna. Denna broke her glance and headed to the bathroom. "Just put him out of your head, he's leaving anyway." Denna muffled, walking down the hallway. She pushed the bathroom door open and walked into a stall. The bathroom was loud, women stood in front of the mirrors fixing their hair and make-up, chatting about dinner. "I just loved the burnt cream." one lady said, as another agreed. Denna could feel her stomach flip, she was starving. With just enough wine, she'd make it home to eat. She left the stall, straightening her dress as she walked over to the sink. Washing her hands, she tuned out the conversations that were going on. Flashbacks of his sexy smile, passed before her eyes. The steady steps he took toward her, before his lips met hers. Denna glanced in the mirror and then sighed as she grabbed a paper towel to dry her hands. Tossing it into the garbage, she pulled the door, leaving the ladies room. She arrived at the front desk. "My cab here?" she whispered to the man on the phone. "Yes, he's parked out front." he motioned with a smile. "Thanks" Denna waved, walking out the door. Denna stopped under the awning, digging in her purse for cash. She looked up to see the cab parked at the edge of the street. The back door was open with someone sitting inside. Looking around, there was no other cab. Denna took a few steps getting closer until she was at the edge of the door. Suddenly the gentleman's sexy smile appeared. With no words, he winked, his smile getting brighter. Denna felt her heart slam inside her chest. Her strapless dress became tight as goose bumps peppered the back of her neck. Resting her hand at the edge of the door, she turned then slid into the cab. His scented cologne returned, making her sigh with pleasure, feeling as though she'd forgotten to breathe. "Where too?" the cab driver spoke, interrupting the long stare between them. "A tour of the city, please. And then where ever the lady would like to go." the gentleman finally spoke. Intoxicated by the sound of his voice, Denna hesitated. It was the first time she heard him speak. She turned to the cab driver, trying to find the words. "E. 311..." she paused, shaking her head. "...3911 Maple Dr." almost forgetting her address. The cab began to move as Denna sat back into her seat. Looking into his eyes, she couldn't find the words to start a conversation. With so much to say, not sure where to start, her mouth gaped open. "You look hungry." the gentleman spoke with a seductive smile. "I am. I didn't get enough dinner." Denna spoke, with a paralyzed voice. "I wasn't referring to food." he wickedly chuckled, scooping up her hand, kissing the back of her wrist and then turn it over, leaving a wet kiss at the center of her palm. The gentleman took Denna's hand and then pressed against his chest, his strong heartbeat thumping against her hand. "It's nice to meet you Denna. My name is John." he flashed a clever grin, rubbing the top of her hand, his muscular build felt against her fingers tips. Denna sat in the cab staring into John eyes, realizing his attention to details. She hadn't told him her name yet but, he already knew it. It was obvious that John wanted to know everything about her. He now knew what she felt like, having tasted her lips. And now this mystery man had a name. John sat in her cab, waiting and wanting to get close to her once again. "It's pleasure to meet you as well John." Denna crossed her leg toward him, as he clutched her hand, placing it into his lap. "An interesting night this has turned out to be." Denna said with anticipation, glancing back at the curious cab driver. "Quite. It's getting better and better with each passing hour." John whispered at the edge of her ear. "Such a lovely voice you have." John smoothly added. "You took quite a chance walking into the ladies room like that." Denna said, watching the cabby return his gaze to the street, as the cab took a turn, down another street. "There's a connection between us. What's the worse thing that could've happened? Other than a slap across the face, telling me to get out." John said, confidently. "Hmm, thrown out of the restaurant? Your date really pissed off at you?" Denna giggled, glancing at him, playfully. John chuckled, raising his arm, laying it across the back of the seat behind her. Denna sank into the seat a little further, fitting perfectly next to his side. "My date hmm, I don't think Rebecca would've noticed. She talked so much through drinks, we never made it to dinner." John said, flatly. "I guess Brian ordered the wrong thing, eh?" he teased, giving her a wink. "It is Brian, right?" even though he knew the answer, having heard her speak his name on the way to the ladies room. "Yes" she answered, giving him a smirk. "I love Italian food but, Eggplant Parmesan... yuck!" Denna shivered, remembering the taste. John chuckled, watching her wrinkle her nose up, like she could still smell the food. "So, I guess both of us are hungry." Denna laughed, looking back up into his eyes. John released her hand and touched the edge of her jaw with his finger. The heat returned to his eyes, as he brushed his thumb over her bottom lip. Folding her lip down, he stared at her open mouth. Denna inhaled deeply, just as he tilted his head, leaning in toward her. "Mmm, kiss me, again." she breathed, blissfully exhaling. John's mouth reached the edge of hers and it began, the invading pressure, parting her lips further. Softly he tasted her and then began to explore, licking against her tongue. Hard and then soft, the kisses came, as his hand slid from her jaw, trailing down her neck. He gripped firmly at her shoulder and then her arm, only inches away from her breast. Denna arched her back, offering it to him as her head felt heavy, tilting back further and further. John reached back, filling his hand with her hair, leaving her untouched breast peeked, aching to be felt. The soft, brown, circle turned hard around her nipple. Like a sharp needle, it now pierced the inside of her dress. His fingers curled around the waves of her hair, tugging. Each kiss grew into a different one, lasting longer than the first. And then his mouth broke away, leaving Denna breathless again with her lips slightly open, eyes still shut, aching for him to continue. "Have you ever wanted to act on an impulse?" he softly breathed, as Denna opened her eyes slowly, feeling the white heat pooling at her entrance. "Yes" she muffled. "Have you had any with me?" John whispered, at the corner of her lips, as her hair fell through his fingers. "I've already acted on one, by climbing into this cab with you." Denna softly answered, lifting her head back up, glancing at the cabby. The cabby smiled with wanting eyes then returned his focus back to the street. "I liked that impulse..." John's lips curled at the edges, leaving a soft kiss at the corner of her lips. "... Do you act on every impulse?" he said, seductively. "No..." she exhaled. "... Not always." smiling just under her eye lashes. Denna looked out the cab window. The sites of the city went unseen, as they sat consumed by their conversation and closeness. The street lights flashed against the tall buildings, shooting the flickering lights down into the dark cab. John's hand returned to hers, and with a strong squeeze, he lifted it, kissing the top of it once again, rubbing it along his cheek. Denna looked deeply into his eyes again. "Am I going to see you again? Have I been alone to long or is this just one of those fast burning connections, soon to die out just as the night ends." she thought. She turned her stare back to the window, watching the city lights as the cab kept it's steady pace. Her emotions felt so close to the surface. "John, are you reading my body language?" she thought to herself, glancing at him, asking with her eyes. Denna looked at his hand, his fingers over lapping hers. She pulled it toward her parted lips, biting at the edge of his finger. John watched in amazement as she began sucking at the edge of it, closing her lips around it. Her wanting stare became deeper, taking in his reaction. A small rumble came from her stomach as she grinned wildly. "I'm really getting hungry." Denna hissed in a wicked tone. Denna released his hand, sliding hers down to the edge of her dress. Uncrossing her legs, she slowly pulled the black laced-edge, revealing more and more, her thighs now uncovered. Denna stopped just short of the triangle at her center as she placed his hand to the inside of her heated thigh. His wet finger slid against her skin, sending a chilling thrill, as it shot up into her pounding heart. "I just had another one of those impulses." Denna's voice dropped to a whisper as she released his hand. John squeezed the inside of her thigh. "Mmm, another great impulse." he said heatedly, looking down at her parted legs. Denna looked up into the rear view mirror, the cabby's eye's now locked with hers. He turned back to the road, only for a second and then returned his eyes, hoping to catch another glimpse. John turned in his seat toward Denna, his hand moved slowly to the other thigh, giving Denna another generous squeeze. Her eyes became heavy, feeling his soft touch, moving against her skin. The tips of his fingers slid up into her dress, rolling up and over her hip then down over her cheek. He squeezed tightly and then pulled, tugging Denna into his lap. Straddled at his waist, Denna pressed her hands against the seat behind him. His hardened excitement was felt, braced up against the soft zipper of his slacks. "Ohh, I want you so bad." she thought, looking down at him, her hair hanging just above his eye's. Denna felt her knees press into the seat, as John gripped her cheeks tightly, pulling her down tightly against him. His grab moved her back a little, only to pull her forward again. "I still haven't finished my original impulse." John said with a husky voice. Releasing his grip, John moved his hands, into her hair. Her lips open and at the edge of his, John began to kissing her roughly. "Mmm..." Denna moaned into his mouth. "...And what's that John?" Denna breathed roughly between them, as she heard a horn go off behind them. She looked just past his open lips at the car behind them. The lights flashed as a shadow of a man, waved his arms in protest. "I can't show you unless you have dinner with me." John seductively whispered, tilting his head, nibbling at her neck. The cab began to move, taking another turn. It was now driving down Denna's street. The cab slowing to a halt as it stopped at the edge of the curb. John sat back, running his hands up and down Denna's thighs, his soft touch grazing the goose bumps left in its path. Denna slowly slid off of John's lap, realizing they were stopped. Reaching forward he rubbed the edge of her soft lips, leaving a small kiss, as he watched Denna tug her dress down. "That's me." Denna smiled, pointing toward the townhouse. John smiled, opening the cab door. He stepped out, his hand held out, at the opening of the door. Denna slipped her fingers into his hand, as she slid against the seat, stepping out onto the curb. Standing before him once again, she took a breath as he wrapped his arms around her, embracing her tightly against him. "Dinner for two..." John said smoothly. "...Same place, same time. Tomorrow evening." he continued, leaning down, kissing her softly at the edge of her lips. "I'll be there, waiting for you, if you decide to show. Maybe this impulse will lead to another." John smiled, releasing her from his arms as he stepped away, climbing back into the cab. The door shut and Denna felt a chill. The night air left her frozen in her stance, watching him smile through the glass window while the cab pulled away.