0 comments/ 17334 views/ 3 favorites The Restaurant By: Enchanttress Tonight is your birthday and we have decided that we will go out for dinner and dancing, meeting at the restaurant for dinner. Looking into my closet, for something special to wear for this occasion, I come across a silky blue pull over dress that clings to my body, with the luster of the material, shimmering against the curves and waves of my body, the design of the dress with its thin straps across my shoulder, with a v-neck bust line, showing my cleavage, fitted at the waist, as it flows over my hips to my middle thighs, with a small slit on the hem. Arriving at the restaurant, I see a small gift shop, in which I walk in and see exactly what it is I want... after paying the cashier, I go to the doorway of the restaurant. Standing here admiring the beauty of the structure and setting so elegant a restaurant. The hostess walks to me, and asks if I had reservations, smiling I say to her yes... giving her your name, she says oh yes, your party is already here, we have the table that was requested, we hope that it is to your liking. Walking to the table, I see you sitting there, so handsome in your lovely suit, I smile at you, seeing the gleam in your eyes as I near the table, you stand, I move closer to the table, looking around the room, making sure it is exactly as I specified, with the table against the wall, with dim romantic lights near... a clothed table with the tablecloth flowing all the way down to the floor, a candle in the middle of the table, with a bottle of champagne iced near, soft slow music playing. Everything was perfect! God you looked so great sitting there. My mouth began to water at your sight, as the juices within me began to flow. The gleam of the light shows my erect nipples beneath my silky dress, as I move, the softness against them, sending sensations throughout me, I feel my juices against my thighs winking at you, walking closer to the table. My hips swaying back and forth as I sashay across the room to you. I thank the hostess, as she leaves. Standing beside you, my hand moves from behind me, you see a full opened red rose blossom within my fingertips, handing it to you, reciting to you, my Darling, today is a special day for you, I want you to know the love I have for you is as precious as the delicateness of the petals of this rose, and that you have touched a part of my heart that is as deep as the redness of the color of this beautiful flower... it shall never fade, and as days go by, and the rose blossoms to its fullness, so shall my love for you blossom. I kiss the sweet petals of the rose, to seal it, and hand it to you. You smile, I move closer to you, looking at you in your eyes, my lips brush against your delicious lips, pressing my mouth to yours, I continue to look into your beautiful eyes, my tongue darts out into your mouth and begins to caress your tongue with mine. My arms move across your shoulders as my fingers touch your strong body, holding you close, feeling the heat of your skin against mine. With you holding me around the small of my back reaching downward to my butt cheeks, pulling me closer to you. I feel the tightness within your pants enlarge. Our kiss becomes urgent, our breathes becoming as one, as you breath out, taking your sexual essences within me, realizing where we are, as we pull away from each other, looking around the room, we see some people watching us, we can’t help but laugh to ourselves. You motion with your hand for me to sit within the boot, sliding to the center, you move in next to me. I can feel your body heat against my shoulders as you slide your arm around me. Taking the champagne from the ice bucket, you pour us each a glass. Looking at you we toast to your Birthday, wishing you many more to come, as we entwine our arms, sipping from our glasses. You move your arm from behind me, you pick up the rose from the table, looking at me, you say... baby, this is the most perfect specimen of a rose I have ever seen, but truthfully you need not have gotten me anything, for you are all that I could wish for, as a birthday present. I smile at you, blushing a little, saying, baby, there is more to come, that is just the beginning, chuckling just a bit, you say ohh really? So what do you have in mind, as I smile a little cat smile and say you will see. At this moment, the waitress, walks to our table asking if we are ready to order. You turn to me, nodding my head, and you give the waitress our order. Rib eye steak, baked potatoes, with butter, and cheese, green beans, toast, with salad. You wink at me, and smile telling the waitress, that we may need more champagne later, as the waitress walks away I smile at you and say...humm baby are you trying to get me drunk? You just smile that little smile you have, the one that says... umm could be... as I giggle with a wink. We sit back listening to the soft music playing sipping our champagne and discussing our day with each other. I feel your body heat against me, the champagne warming my insides. I know that I want you, my body, is reacting to your touch, your sight. You look at me and ask if I would care to dance? I smile and say, I thought you would never ask. Taking me by the hand as me move out to the dance floor, looking at me, I gaze deep into your eyes... we stand there, as your eyes move up my body... from the ankle strap black high heals up my calves over my knees to my thighs, to the hem of my silky blue dress, up my stomach, over my breasts and neck, to my lips and eyes, as you open you arms your lips uttering the soft sounds mmmmm I move into your arms, my arms move around your neck and shoulders, I feel you grip me around my waist, our bodies begin to sway to the music, watching as your eyes move down to my cleavage, then back up again your lips move to my neck and you slide your tongue against my skin, shivers run down my spine as our hips move against each others. I feel your hardness growing beneath your pants. I move my hips closer to yours, you pull me tighter against you. My lips find your ear, sliding my tongue along the edge, darting my tongue into your ear, then nibbling your earlobe gently. I hear a soft moan escape your lips, smiling as I tickle your neck with my tongue, kissing and sucking in your delicious salts, my warm soft hands caressing the muscles of your shoulder and back listening to the soft music playing, as we delight in each others arms, whispering to each other moans of private emotions, with each grip of our arms tighter around each other, as our sexual energies are flowing within us, dancing together, without thought of anyone, or anything but us two. The music stops, we continue to sway holding each other close, hearing only each others breathing, feeling our hearts beating in unison, lost in our own world. Just then the waitress comes to us, on the dance floor, tapping you on the shoulder, bringing us back into reality, she smiles and says... I don't want to bother you, but your dinner is served, and I wanted to let you know before it gets cold. We smile and thank her, as she walks away. We smile at each other, knowing that this night will be one to remember. We return back to the booth and sit, we see this elegant dinner before us, just waiting to be consumed. You pour us another glass of champagne, and we begin talking again about our day, as I lift my fork, and kind of just move my food around, looking at me, you ask what is wrong baby, did you not want this to eat? I smile and assure you that what you ordered was great, but that my appetite, wanted something different at the moment, looking at me, and say awe baby, you should have said something I would have ordered whatever your heart desired. Turning my body to you. I move my hand to your face, smiling as my fingertips move along the jaw line of your handsome face, down your neck, my face moves closer to yours, I whisper to you, as my hand moves down your chest, to your stomach, saying baby I have what I desire right here before my eyes, my fingers brushing against your hardness as my lips press against yours, my gaze fixed on you, my tongue probes into your warm awaiting mouth, my hand lays against your huge hardness, beneath the cloth of your pants, as our kiss becomes deeper, with more intensity, my fingers find your zipper, my fingers move into the opening, as I guide my hand to your glorious hardness. I feel your hand grip, my arm as you release the kiss, and whisper, baby we are in a restaurant. I smile and look around, not seeing anyone look our way, I smile back and say, well baby you did say I can have whatever my heart desires.. and YOU are what I desire, and I intend on having you! Slowly I move my body downward under the table, so that I am between your legs, as I see you lift the tablecloth, watching to see what I am up to. I look at you from under the table, with a wink and a smile, I take your hardness into my hand, encircling my fingers around the huge thick shaft, stroking the skin downward to the base to your balls, my tongue darts out, licking the head, you feel the warm wetness of my tongue circling the soft skin of the head of your delicious cock the heat of my breath, with the velvety feel of my tongue circling around the tip. Feeling you harden within my fingertips, making me wet, knowing that I am pleasing you, looking up at you, I see you close your eyes, tilting your head back just a bit... opening my mouth upon the head as I enclose my lips around you, you feel my warm mouth surround you as I begin to suckle your hardness slowly into my mouth, savoring your delicious flavors. My tongue stroking you as I take you into my mouth swirling around the tip of the head, gently pressing against the opening with the tip of my tongue, the wet feel of my velvety tongue pressed against you, taking you deeper into my mouth inch by wonderful inch, as you fill my mouth with your huge thick hardness, going deeper and deeper into my throat as I enclose tighter around you. My tongue caressing every inch, pulling you deeper as you completely fill me, and my lips rest against your balls. I feel you push your hips up to my mouth, as I begin to stroke you up and down with my mouth, my tongue swirling around you with each movement of my mouth upon you, sucking and savoring your juices, as your throbbing thick cock slides in and out of my warm wet lips, you move your hips slightly up to me, pushing deeper in my throat, seeing the delight upon your face, you move one of your hands down from the table, holding my head, as the other one holds the fork to your plate. I see you glance down at me, you then lift your head up, looking around the room, trying to not show the pleasure in your face, smiling within myself, as I notice that your eyes close for seconds, and your lips pucker. Stroking your hardness up and down with my awaiting wet, warm mouth, moving up and down on you, the feel of my velvety tongue sliding up and down on your pulsating cock taking you completely in my mouth, sucking and savoring each pore of you delicious hardness. With one hand caressing your balls, feeling them tighten, and the other hand, with two encircled fingers pulls down on the shaft of you gorgeous cock, making a ring at the base ... my soft lips enclosed around you sucking up all you have to offer, moving slowly up the shaft to the head, my tongue slides down the backside, as it reaches your balls, and I kiss them, you feel my hot breath against them, as my tongue slides along them, licking them my hand with its warm soft palm moves up and down the shaft, stroking every long inch of you. I take your balls into my mouth as I begin to suck them one by one, stroking your huge shaft with my hands... feeling your balls begin to tighten to your body, my finger moves to behind your balls, finding your gspot as my mouth moves back up the shaft, my tongue stroking it slowly with its velvety touch as I do, pressing up and forward upon your gspot as I look at you, and see that you are starting to lose control of trying to keep a straight face, as I hear, footsteps nearing us... my mouth moves over the head, enclosing it within my juicy mouth, and I begin to suck, my tongue circling and swirling around you... as I move downward over the shaft, the warmth of my wet mouth surrounding every inch of your wonderful cock, I feel you push your hips upward into my mouth...your hand holds my head... I push up against your gspot, feeling your hardness pulsating, throbbing within my hot mouth... sucking up and down on you, stroking you with each movement of my mouth on you, harder the suction as I taste the first droplets of your hot cumm hitting the back of my throat... mmmmm yess cum for me baby! I hear the fork drop from your hand, as I see your eyes close, and your head move back, your lips puckered, as you begin to explode deep in my throat, I suck deeper, wanting to drink every drop you have to offer, moving up and down on you, stroking all of you, as your hardness slides in and out of my warm wet slippery mouth... mmm yess... pushing your hips up, as you hold my head, squirting deep into my throat. I taste all your juices, giving me all your sweet delicious nectar. As I lick and lap them all up...drinking all of you. My tongue continuing to gently slide up and down your long shaft, making sure I drink up every drop of your wonderful potion. I hear the footsteps stop, by our table I hear the waitress asking... sir... sir.. are you ok???... sir? I look up at you, with a smile, watching as you open your eyes, and glance down at me, for just a second, as you smile at the waitress and say yes ma'am I am just wonderful! As she asks, sir, your lady friend, did she not stay for dinner? Is dinner ok? A chuckle comes out, and you tell her, dinner is great. and my lady friend, well she is just great too, and she is around, she had to go get a drink is all. At this she looks puzzled, she asks if she can get anything else for you, since it seems that you hadn't touched your food, you tell her no, that this was the best meal you had every had, and that you had all you ever needed right here at this table. She then smiled and left. I look at you from beneath the table. You whisper, I have all I need right here beneath this table is what I mean... mmmmmmm. I slip back up so that I am sitting next to you, glancing around the room and noticing that the room had filled up, you look at me and say... so darling, how was your meal... I raise my eyebrows and say... hummmm thinking of breakfast now...lets say I have another order of you?? You smile and say, don't I wish, with a sadden look. I glance at my watch and look at you, its time isn't it? You look at me and say yes it is. Looking at you, I whisper Happy Birthday My Love, wishing for many more to cum! Pressing my lips to yours, as I share the sweet remains of your delicious nectar with you, our tongues dueling within our mouths, as I know I must leave now, releasing with regret the sweet kiss, as I stand with a smile and begin to walk away. Reaching the doorway, as I pass by my rival without a clue as to who I am. Watching as she neared you, our eyes meet once again, with sadness, I motion a little wave of my fingers, as I watch you get up at the table to greet your wife. Noticing as you greeted her with a hug, puckering your lips, blowing me a kiss, and lipped the words I Love You! I say in a whisper to you My Love for You, Happy Birthday!! The Restaurant Sam came home from work with a package under his arm. He and Nikki had been dating for nearly a year and she loved to get presents from him. "What is it?" Nikki asked, trying not to reveal how curious she was. Sam loved to tease her and if she showed too much interest, she knew he wouldn't tell her right away. Nikki had blond hair, blue eyes, and a slender figure that drove Sam wild. Her breasts were perfect and she had an amazing ass that always attracted the attention of any nearby men. "It's a surprise, but I'll let you open it, as long as you promise to wear it tonight," Sam replied, trying not to smile too much. His dark eyes danced mischievously as he looked at her. His body looked as if Michelangelo had sculpted it, with the rock hard muscles included. His smile always made Nikki feel weak in the knees. Nikki, assuming that it was some sort of sexy lingerie, agreed. Sam chuckled as he handed over the package, making Nikki a little nervous. She tore into the package and found a small oval object, about the size of a small egg. She raised a curious eyebrow at Sam. She'd never seen anything like this before. It was too large and plain to be jewelry. "Go get dressed for supper, baby. As for that - well, you can use your imagination and figure out where to wear it - or should I say, stick it?" Sam's smile was devilish. Nikki felt the heat between her legs increase as she realized what he meant. As she turned toward their bedroom, the object in her hand started to vibrate, making her jump. "Oops," Sam said, sarcastically. "I must have bumped the remote." Nikki started to shake her head. She could only imagine what Sam would do with a remote controlled vibrator. It sounded wonderful, but not while she was trying to eat supper, and she didn't want that kind of excitement in a public place. "But you promised," Sam reminded her gently. She still didn't like the idea, but she never could say no to Sam when he really wanted something. Besides, she told herself, I trust him explicitly and I know he won't do anything that I don't want to do. She slipped into a low cut dress with spaghetti straps. It went to her knees, but had a slit on the side that went most of the way up her thigh. Beneath it she wore only black, lace panties. She knew that the ensemble was Sam's favorite. The silky material of the dress made her nipples harden immediately. Within half an hour, they were parking at their favorite Italian restaurant. Sam had used the vibrator off and on during the drive, playing with its adjustable settings. Nikki had to resist the urge to slip her hand down between her legs and get herself off. She knew that it would only take a few seconds. She could feel her juices flowing down there like Niagara Falls. As soon as they were seated, Sam turned the vibrating egg on its lowest setting. He could tell how turned on Nikki was getting. He made small talk, amused by the way that her answers were confused by the distraction going on between her legs. Nikki had to fight to keep from squirming in her seat. Just as she started to order, Sam flipped the vibrator on high, causing her to jump in her seat and moan. The waiter gave her a questioning smile, but didn't say anything as he finished taking their orders and headed for the kitchen. Sam leaned across the table, smiling slightly. He could hear a low moaning in Nikki's throat and knew that she was close to cumming. He turned the egg off, causing a slight whimpering in the back of her throat. "You want to touch yourself right here and now, don't you?" He asked. She nodded, not trusting herself to speak. Sam continued, "You can, but first - well, first, go in the restroom and take off your panties. But, no touching yourself until you get back." Nikki almost jumped up from the table and started for the bathroom. Sam turned the device on high again and saw her body stiffen as she walked. He noticed at least two other men in the restaurant watching her ass as well. One of them looked so long that the woman he was with smacked his arm to get his attention. Sam smiled. He was going to enjoy this. Nikki came back to the table and kissed Sam deeply, slipping her panties into his hand. She stood back and gave him a smile, then carefully lowered herself toward her chair, keeping her legs close together so that she wouldn't flash anyone. Just as she was about to get seated, Sam flipped the switch up to high once again, causing her to moan loudly. Embarrassed by her outburst, Nikki tried to fake a sneeze to cover it up. "S-Sam, oh," she whispered. He saw her hand slip under the table and could see the movement of her upper arm as she started touching herself. He turned the egg off and watched a disappointed look cover her face. Nikki could feel the juice from her pussy smeared all over her inner thighs. She couldn't remember ever being so wet. She didn't even care if one of the other patrons could see her or not as she slid one finger inside herself, her thumb brushing over her clit. It felt like heaven, until Sam turned off the egg. Nikki looked at him, keeping her hand under the table. Sam moved his eyes to the side. Nikki followed his gaze and realized that there were two men at the next table who were both watching her. She looked back at Sam, who nodded and smiled, making her love him even more. Turning slightly in her chair, so that the men would have an even better view, Nikki slid her skirt further up. She slumped slightly in her chair so that she could get more than one finger inside her pussy. Sam turned the vibrator on again, causing her to shudder. The men at the next table were smiling broadly as they watched Nikki open her pussy lips to them. Without realizing it, Nikki slipped her other hand between her legs as well. The fingers of one hand were slipping into and around her pussy as she used the tips of the fingers from the other hand to brush across her clit. All the time, Sam was gradually turning up the vibrator, causing her to squirm and moan. She could feel the egg with her fingers as it jiggled inside her. One of the straps slid off her shoulder, exposing most of her breast. Sam reached across and gave the strap a gentle tug. The dress slipped until it was only being held up by Nikki's stiff nipple. The movement of her body as she slid her fingers in and out of herself caused her breasts to sway, until the dress slipped completely off of her breast, exposing her pink nipple. The two men were watching her with a deep seeded lust, adjusting their pants in an effort to relieve some of the pressure that their hard-ons were causing them. Sam glanced around and noticed that only he and the other two realized what Nikki was doing, but just then she started moaning, causing a few more people to look in their direction. Sam turned the vibrator all the way to its highest setting. The cool feel of the air on her breast, the thought of strangers watching her, and the sensations caused by her hands and the vibrator brought Nikki to the verge. She could feel the orgasm building inside her like a burning fire, causing her to moan as it approached. Her clit was almost too sensitive to touch, so she moved her hand up to pinch the nipple of her exposed breast as her other hand continued to slip in and out of her pussy. She opened her eyes slightly and saw the animal lust on the faces of the two men at the next table. The thought that she had caused that look, that she was the object of their desire, sent her over the edge. "Oh, God!" Nikki shouted as she felt the huge wave of her orgasm coming over her. All the people nearby turned in their direction, just in time to see this incredible blond woman convulsing in her seat as she brought herself to orgasm. "Yes! Oh yes!" she cried out, slowing the movement of her hands. Her skirt had ridden all the way up to her waist, giving many of the nearby patrons a clear view of her juice slickened cunt. As Nikki opened her eyes, she seemed to become aware for the first time of all the eyes on her. She blushed and turned to see Sam's reaction. Sam was smiling broadly. He watched as she quickly spun her legs back under the table. She pulled her strap up and pulled her skirt down. She was still flushed from the orgasm and the embarrassment of being caught. "God, that was hot," he whispered to her, letting her know that she had done just what he wanted. He gave her a smile, making her knees feel even weaker. "I love you, Nikki." Just then, the waiter returned. They were surprised to see that their food was in a to-go bag. "We didn't order to go," Sam said. He suspected that the manager of the restaurant was in a hurry to be rid of the exhibitionist and her boyfriend, but he was in too good a mood to be offended. "You didn't, but from what I just saw, you'll want to get this lady home as soon as possible," the waiter replied with a wink for Sam and a knowing smile for Nikki. Nodding, Sam tossed money on the table, grabbed the food, and led Nikki quickly out the door. The waiter was wrong about one thing, Sam knew. There was no way he could wait until he got Nikki home. Slipping his hand into his pocket, he turned on the vibrator. The Restaurant I watch you as you walk into the restaurant. I know that this is a business meeting. I have seen you watching me on other occasions but you have no idea who I am. I arrived early and made sure that management sat me directly across from your party and that you would get the only seat that would have a direct view to me. I am in a sheltered little alcove and no one can see me but you. I have dressed for this dinner in my very own version of the little black dress. It hugs my curves and reveals things but only if you look. You love red on black and I have made sure that you will notice my lips, which are red and glistening with new stay forever, lipstick. My fingernails are painted the same red. They are long enough to look sexy and inflict a little pain, I know you like that, but not long enough to look like claws. I have even seen to my toes, they wear the same color as my fingers and lips, I haven't forgotten about you fantasy with red nails. I'll let you catch a little glimpse of these if you happen to look at my open toed sandals, and I know you will. You have written all these things to me. You have been seated and the waiter has made sure that you are where I want you. I watch as you scan the room. When you get to my table, I take a sip of my drink, licking off the trickle with my tongue. I make sure that you know that I have done this just for you. You continue to stare as I dip my finger into me drink and bring it to my mouth. I suck it in getting the entire libation off my finger. I take my finger out of my mouth and run it down my throat to my cleavage. Running my finger just over the tops of my breasts. Oh yes, you have noticed them and they are displayed to the best advantage. I know that the dress gives the illusion that if I were to take too deep of a breath my breasts would be bared for you. If you look close enough you can see that my nipples are hard little points. At that moment the waiter comes for my order and eye contact has been broken. I look away and give you a chance to regroup. I can see that you are glancing over at me and keeping track but that you mind is really on your meeting. I take out a book and read while I wait for my meal and I give you a chance to conduct your business. I shouldn't have brought this book. I have arrived at the hottest sex scene in it and have succeeded in getting my juices flowing. I unconsciously rub my breast through the fabric of my dress as they begin to ache. I feel my pussy begin to tingle and know that I have to give it some attention. I pull at the slit in the skirt of my dress. It opens and I run my hands up and down it. My skirt slips up and shows the top of my black stockings and the garters that are holding them up. I open my legs and begin to move my finger up to my slit. It is heavenly. I lean back and open my legs. Enjoying the moment. You have the perfect view and you notice that I do not wear any panties. I caress my self and run my finger over my opening, dipping my finger in between my vaginal lips and bringing forth lubrication. I circle my clit with my finger and bear down. I begin a subtle rocking motion with my hips. Soon I arch my back and feel the release. I bring my finger to my lips and clean it. Looking up I catch you watching me. I place a kiss on the tip of my finger and blow it to you. I watch as you excuse yourself from your party and walk past me to the restroom. As you walk by you caress your cock with your hand and show me your hardness. It only seems like seconds before you are returning to your table. As you walk past me I graze your thigh with my hand and I move it to cup you. You are no longer hard but I am sure that will change. You hesitate only briefly and then move back to your table. My appetizer arrives and I give myself over to the enjoyment of my shrimp cocktail. I dip the shrimp into the sauce and bring it to my mouth. Sucking it in, I lick the sauce off and let the shrimp play in and out of my mouth. I love the contrast of the cool slippery shrimp and the spicy snap of the sauce. Ummm. It's good. I have finished it and wait for the next part of my meal. I watch you with a Mona Lisa smile on my face. I love to see you trying to ignore me and make coherent sentences to your group. I marvel at your control. I enjoy the rest of my meal and allow you to again concentrate on the business at hand. I enjoy my culinary delight and finish it off with an offering of fresh cool fruit. I can see that your negotiations have been successful because of the obligatory shaking of hands. You glance my way again and watch as I take a chocolate covered strawberry and suck the tip of it where the chocolate lies, into my mouth. I work it in and out, like a mini cock. I swirl it around inside of my mouth and suck all the chocolate off bringing it out for you to view. Then I take a bite letting the juice trickle down my fingers. I lick the juice from my fingers and move on to the next berry. Ummm, these are so good. I know that you have had fantasies about this. I know so many things about you. You have written all of these things to me. I finish my dessert and stand to leave. You watch as my skirt slides back into place and as I drape my coat over my back, covering up the wet spot that has formed. I walk deliberately to your table. You stand with a napkin placed in front of you. I lean in and whisper "Sweeting, did you enjoy it?" and then rim your ear. Your face registers some surprise but you hold it together. Knowing now who I am you introduce me to the group as an old friend. I offer you my hand and you bring it to your lips, kissing the back of it, like the gentleman you are. When you draw your hand away there is a note with a destination on it and the words," don't be too long." I walk away, stopping at the door to look back and give you a smile. The Restaurant Caruso's was a family owned Italian restaurant on the outskirts of town. The décor was simple with the usual checked tablecloths and empty bottle of Chianti with a candle in it on the table. The atmosphere was homey and comfortable. It was usually quiet and a good place to just unwind. Alicia's day had been long and tedious and she wanted to relax and have a nice quiet dinner and a glass of Merlot. The waiter seated her at a table in the corner where she could see everyone who came in. She had gone by her apartment before coming to the restaurant and changed into her favorite green silk blouse and long black silk skirt – the one with the slit up the side. They were her comfort clothes and made her feel very warm and sexy. Sex - that was something she hadn't had time for in a while. Oh well, probably not tonight either since all she wanted to do was relax and enjoy her meal. She would just read the book she'd grabbed on the way out of the apartment and try to forget all the things she still needed to do at work. She saw him come in and the waiter seated him at the table next to hers. They smiled politely at one another and then looked away. He was tall with long hair, beautiful eyes and the most sensual mouth she'd ever seen. She felt her gut quiver a bit but immediately put any thoughts of him out of her mind. He was just a stranger there to enjoy a good meal. She couldn't help but notice when he ordered the same Merlot she was drinking and when he looked her way again she raised her glass to him. He smiled the warmest smile and nodded slightly then went back to reading the menu. Dinner was wonderful veal Parmesan made from scratch by Mama Caruso. She ordered a second glass of wine that she savored for a long time as she read the latest John Sanford book. Books were her lifesaver – an escape into someone else's troubles and victories. She was enjoying the book when she realized her napkin had fallen to the floor. As she bent over to pick it up felt the heat of his gaze. She looked up and realized he could see lots of cleavage as her blouse gapped open. Alicia felt herself blush but she pretended that she hadn't noticed his stare. There were those feelings again in her belly. She wondered what it would be like to make love to someone you didn't know, someone who's name you never asked, someone you never saw again. That was certainly risky but very erotic and made her smile. As she straightened up she turned that smile on him. Now it was his turn to blush. She finished her dinner, paid her check and got ready to leave. Just as she was leaving her table he stood up and bumped into her. He looked so good those tight black jeans and the black shirt. Black was definitely his color. There it was, that electricity again. They both apologized and, rather embarrassed, headed for the exit. Alicia watched him walk towards his car in the parking lot. His legs were very long and he had an incredible ass. His shoulders were broad and the hair that hung down his back was soft and shiny. She wondered again what it would be like… As he reached his car she realized she was parked right in front of him. He seemed to hesitate as he unlocked his car. She couldn't imagine why but he was looking at her car. Now she was a bit concerned. What if he were some weirdo? What if he were a dangerous criminal? As she a got to her car she realized why he was staring. She had a flat tire. "I was just noticing that you have a flat. Would you like some help with that?" His voice almost startled her – it was calm and deep with an accent she couldn't quite place – maybe mid-western. "I can change it, I've had to do it before". She thought her reply sounded so stupid and she wanted to take it back as soon as she'd said it. She bent down to check out the tire and saw two black cowboy boots walk up in front of her. He bent down and reached his hand out to her. "A beautiful woman like you shouldn't have to change her own flat. Let me do it for you." How could she resist? She took his hand and he helped her up. They were standing close enough that she could feel the heat from his body. Her knees grew weak. She quickly went and opened the trunk and he took out the spare. She could see the muscles in his shoulders and back as he removed the flat and put on the new tire. She wasn't even aware of twisting the top button on her blouse until it fell off in her hand. Now she just laughed out loud. Puzzled, he looked up to see her standing there with her blouse partially open and the top of her bra showing. It was white lace. Immediately he felt himself begin to harden. "Better stay down here," he told himself. She held up the button for him to see and began to laugh again. "Looks like it's my day for things to break." Now he began to laugh. She was glad there was no one else in the parking lot since they looked like two idiots standing there laughing over what appeared to be nothing. The tension was broken and a new kind of tension began. He wanted to touch her – to run his fingers over the top of her bra. He wanted to feel the contrast between the lace and her skin – skin that was milky white and looked so soft and inviting. He could feel his erection growing and wasn't sure how he would handle this. At least it was relatively dark in the parking lot and he had on black jeans. Maybe she wouldn't notice…but if this kept growing there would be no way to hide it. He finished putting on the new tire and stood up with his back to her to put the flat tire in her trunk. He was beginning to gain his composure when came around to the back of the car. She was holding her blouse closed but the vision was still in his head. She thanked him for changing the tire and asked if she could pay him. He just looked at her. Oh god, those eyes looked straight into her and she thought she would melt. She reached out her hand to shake his and realized hers was trembling. He took her hand in both of his and held it for what seemed like an eternity. Neither of them spoke – their eyes were locked on each other, the tremors going through them both – and she knew. She knew she would fulfill her fantasy with this man if he made one move toward her. "My name is…" She stopped him. "Don't tell me your name please. Somehow he knew – he knew what was going to happen and he knew he would do nothing to stop it. He moved her hand away from her blouse and she let her hand drop to her side. His fingers slowly traced the top of her bra. It was just as he'd imagined – the texture of the lace against her soft skin was so sensual. He felt her body quiver and saw her eyes glaze over with desire even as his desire grew. As his fingers continued to explore her soft skin he reached down to kiss her ever so gently. They both felt the fire begin to ignite and knew that a volcano rested underneath the gentleness. When he finally spoke his voice was husky with desire. "We can't do this here." She could only nod in agreement. "My house is nearby and we could go there if you like." Again, her voice would not come out and she could only nod. He took her by the hand and led her to her car knowing that she would be more comfortable if she could escape. She followed him down the highway and down the dirt road he turned onto. His house was back in the woods. Now she was having second thoughts – but the heat that had already built in her made her keep going. They pulled into a long driveway and finally up to a wonderful log house. It was large and spread out all over the place. It appeared so inviting and warm but all she could think of was his touch on her. They parked the cars and he came back and opened her door. "You don't have to do this, you know." She was already committed and would not turn back now. The risk was so great but that was part of the excitement. She had felt his erection next to her when he kissed her and knew that his desire was as strong as hers. He led her into the house, to a big open room with a beautiful stone fireplace and lots of big overstuffed furniture. It was like him and was as warm as it appeared from the outside. He closed the door behind her and when he turned around she was standing right in front of him. Her scent was clean and fresh and her mouth so inviting. He wanted to devour her but his head told him to move slowly. He wanted to know all of her and that would take time. His kiss was soft – kissing her eyes, her mouth, her cheek and her neck. With each kiss there was a soft moan from throat. Her body molded to his and finally her mouth sought his. She kissed him with such need that he thought he would explode. The kiss was deep and probing and hungry. Her hands were between them unbuttoning his shirt, running her hands over the downy hair on his chest, over his nipples. She pulled his shirt out of his jeans so that she could reach his back. Her hands were slender with long fingers that moved over his body with such expertise it made him weak. Her touch was like velvet as she explored him. He could stand it no longer; he unbuttoned her blouse and slid it down her arms, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts were soft beneath her bra and her nipples were hard and pushed against the fabric begging for release from their prison. He kissed the top of her breasts and felt her arch against him. His hands explored the fabric and the nipples straining to be free. His hand moved up her arms and over her shoulders as his mouth sought hers again. This time the kiss was tender, nibbling her lip, running his tongue around the outline of her mouth. His hands moved to her back to unfasten her bra as she pulled him close. He wanted to prolong the moment, to savor each movement and touch. Slowly he slid the bra straps down her arm revealing just a bit more of her breasts. He leaned back just enough from her embrace to allow himself full view of her. She dropped her arms to her sides and the bra slipped to the floor. The sight of her was breathtaking. Beautifully rounded breasts with large nipples that begged to be kissed and sucked. He could hardly take it in or control himself. All of the desire moved to his loins and he felt himself harden and throb, as he never had before. He took a breast in each hand and caressed them so lovingly, so tenderly. As he lowered his head to kiss them he felt her hands on his hardness. Now it was she who wanted him to be free. She undid his belt and then his jeans with such ease and her long fingers reached inside and engulfed his cock, holding it tightly and then squeezing lightly. His head began to spin. He could feel the heat so intense in both of them yet he wanted to make this last forever. Their legs would no longer hold them and he lowered her to the floor, never losing contact, never breaking the spell. He placed his body beside hers so that he could view every inch of her; take in this entire bewitching creature who had taken over his being. He noticed how her long red hair laid against the carpet like a mane. Her pale blue eyes flashed to a deeper blue and back again to the pale color that was like a pool of water in the high mountains. Her legs were long and slender and her soft belly invited him to touch it. She closed her eyes and let herself feel his hands roam over her. It was as if he were a blind man discovering sight for the first time. His hand moved up the slit of her skirt and underneath it to her thigh. Her body arched slightly at his touch – but she too wanted this to last and she held herself back from full surrender. His hands were like fire licking her body. She could feel their strength yet they were so gently against her skin. How could something so tender set her on fire everywhere he touched? She knew that she was so very wet and ready for him but this touching was driving her to insane places. She had to touch him, to feel his manhood. Her hand found him again and stroked him ever so slightly. She found the bit of moisture at the tip of his cock that indicated he was as ready as she. The agony of prolonging the inevitable was almost more than they could handle, yet they continued to explore each other and to kiss deep long kisses. He unzipped her skirt and she lifted her hips so he could pull it off. She was wearing white lace panties that matched the bra. Again he allowed his fingers only to run along the edge of her panties, teasing her and teasing himself. He pulled himself away long enough to remove his jeans. His cock was so beautiful and hard and she couldn't take her eyes off it. Her hand reached out to him and he dropped back to the floor beside her. As he leaned over to kiss her belly her felt her hand once again on his hardness but this time there was no teasing, no holding back. She stroked him faster than before and with more pressure. He will cum so fast if she doesn't stop so he moves his body down hers until his face is just above her thighs. She opens her legs and he can see that her panties are already wet with desire. He kisses her inner thigh as his hands move up her body to her breasts. He rubs her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and suddenly her body lurches upward. The orgasm shoots through her entire body like a shotgun blast. She is lost in time and space as the ecstasy takes over. Without waiting for her to come down he moves her panties aside and presses his mouth to her wetness. She continues to cry out and her body jerks as she feels herself rising to another peak. He sucks her clit into his mouth and holds it there as his tongue moves back and forth over it. He can feel the shocks to her body as she cums again and again. Finally she is begging him to stop. He eases back as slowly as he began – planting kisses on her pussy, lightly running his tongue over her still swollen clit and rubbing her thighs. He feels her breathing start to return to normal and he sits up beside her with his hands never leaving her until she is calm again. She opens her eyes and looks at him and smiles a very wicked smile. "Now it's my turn," she says. He is sitting crossed legged and she moves like a cat to his hard cock. Slowly she licks all the down it and all the way back up to the tip where she licks off all that wonderful juice that leaks from the head. Just as gradually she takes him into her mouth. Her mouth is warm and wet and her tongue flicks around his cock as she takes all of him in. It almost takes his breath away as she tightens her lips and moves back up his cock. He knows he will cum if she continues but he cannot bear for her to stop. He tells himself to think of baseball but it isn't working. Her hand massages his balls as her lips and mouth do their work. His cock has never been so hard and he has never been so hungry to take someone. He cannot allow himself to cum because he wants to feel her pussy around his cock. He wants to feel her muscles tighten and draw every ounce of juice from him. Just as she releases his cock from her mouth he pulls her up to him and kisses her ferociously on the mouth. The craving is stronger than ever for her. The hunger and the passion have a life of their own now and must be satiated. He lowers her back to the floor and moves his body over hers. Painfully slowly he presses his cock against her pussy, holding it there for an excruciating few seconds. Finally neither of them can wait any longer. He plunges into her with such force that she cries out – not in pain but in total ecstasy. Her sounds are only matched by his as his rapture takes over. Again and again he plunges into her, trying so desperately to hold back as she cums over and over, squeezing his cock with each orgasm. Now, it must happen now. She sees it in his eyes, feels it as his body tenses and she cums with him. They both cry out in total bliss as the volcano erupts over and over – a never-ending trip to another world. They lay there for a long time not moving and not speaking – entwined in each others arms. At last she makes a move to get up but he pulls her back to him for what he knows is their last kiss. She dresses as he watches her and wants her again. As she opens the door to leave she turns back and looks at him and says, "My name is Alicia." The door closes behind her. They both went to Caruso's time and time again but they never met again. Each of them would smile and think of that incredibly strange night and wonder if they would ever find that ecstasy again. The hunger for it would always be there. The Restaurant Mike used to be my boss. He owns this restaurant, a little Italian place, the type that costs a fortune and you have to wait forever to get a table. When I quit, he seemed happy and asked me to dinner. He’s older than my dad but I always thought he was hot so I agreed. What the hell? He picked me up in his swanky car. It had an expensive feel, like everything about him. Once I got in he leaned over and kissed my cheek. “Baby, are you ready for a great night?” He has always called me baby. I figure he doesn’t remember my name. I’m just the new girl on his menu. But it’s ok, I plan on making him remember. I like him. Maybe it’s that he’s so authoritative. He would yell at his employees but he never me. He’d just give me that fatherly look and I would cringe. He’s brilliant and hot. He has these sharp, green eyes, always a little grey stubble and his hair slicked back. He dresses well, usually in mossy shades to accentuate his eyes. He knows his assets and uses them. I smiled at him, “Of course. You always make something happen.” He grinned and put his hand on my bare knee as he drove. Very forward. Most guys I’d push away but I was a curious what he wanted and didn’t want to offend him so early in the date. “This that skirt I bought you?” I nodded. He sent me this skirt for our date with a note. He wrote that he pays, I can wear something he likes. Part of me thought about not wearing it but it was cute. It’s a short school girl skirt. That’s kind of his thing. He used to swat all the girl’s butts at work. Everyone at the restaurant knows he has that all-American love of the school girl uniform and playing Daddy. Maybe that’s why I like him. Once he even toyed with the idea of having the girls at his restaurant wear uniforms. A school girl version of Hooters. “Looks nice. A bit long, though, don’t you think?” He winked at me and I swatted his hand. We pulled into his restaurant’s parking lot and he parked in his space. He jumped out and walked around to open my door, looking very cool. I took his arm, enjoying the gentleman treatment. Guys my age don’t do that. So we went in and sat at his booth in the corner. I tried to sit opposite him but he pulled me to his side. The table had one of those short red and white checked table cloths and a candle. Two or three other couples sat huddled together, holding hands. Mike ordered us some sort of expensive wine. We drank and he kept pushing my skirt higher and higher, telling me it was just too long. Slowly his hand worked its way up and came in contact with my thong. Black and silky. I tried to squirm away but he looked at me in such a way that I held still. I whispered, “What if the waiter comes out?” He smiled and pushed my legs open further. His thick finger was sliding in and out of me while I squirmed. I had heard he liked public but didn’t realize how public. I was uncomfortable but impressed with how confident he was that I wanted him. “Don’t you think the boy would like a show? You can spice up his evening.” I bit my lip, feeling nervous. I know he liked making me nervous even more than he enjoyed making me wet. Our server was hurrying our food over as quickly as possible to please the boss. I was relieved I didn’t know him. Maybe he replaced me. I tried to close my legs and push down my skirt but Mike stopped me. My effort shifted the little table cloth and drew more attention to what he was doing than if I had been still. The waiter stumbled. He was about my age, twenty-ish, and looked cool other than the shade of red his face had become. He carefully put our plates before us but it was obvious he was watching something else. When the waiter left the hand remained. “This looks good, doesn’t it?” Mike smiled at me calmly. I wasn’t hungry but he insisted I eat. I was rude if I didn’t. Our waiter came back to our table multiple times to refill our barely touched glasses and watch as his boss fingered me. It was obvious the boy was excited and Mike pointed it out. “Think he’s ever fingered a girl?” I shrugged. I wasn’t concerned about the waiter. “Can we leave? Please?” Mike finished his meal with one hand. “Would you like some dessert?” “I want you.” He looked annoyed, “I know you’re wet and the waiter is about to cream his pants but do what Daddy says. Be a good girl and finish your meal.” I could see the bulge in his pants but I knew he didn’t want sex, he wanted control. I ate a couple of bites before asking again, “Can we please leave?” He sighed. “First you have to clean up your mess.” I looked at the table but then his wet fingers were at my lips. I opened up and sucked, eager to leave. I again tried to close my legs but he shook his head. “Our waiter would like a final look to remember you by.” Almost on cue, the waiter appeared. His jaw dropped and Mike laughed, “Son, you need to find a girl to take care of that.” He nodded to the waiter’s slight bulge. The guy became even more red, “Yes, sir.” Mike told me to get up so I did, feeling like everyone knew about me. My ex-boss had fingered me in public. I was horrified and excited. Mike firmly planted his hands on my hips, his erection brushing my ass. I whispered, “Wanna go to the bathroom?” He smiled and shook his head, muttering, “What a slut.” I sulked but didn’t mind his game. We walked toward the exit but he shoved me into the storeroom. He started kissing me roughly, his hands holding mine behind my back. When he looked over my should a smile spread across his face. “Well, looks like it’s your lucky day, son.” I froze. The waiter was in the storeroom with us. “I’m sorry, sir, just leaving.” Mike was blocking the door; the waiter wasn’t going anywhere. “Baby, go bend over that box.” I looked at him, puzzled, but he arched his eyebrows and I knew to do it. Mike laughed, “Someday, son, if you’re lucky, you’ll be able to make girls do what you want, too.” Mike flipped up the back of my short skirt. “You like school girls? Go ahead. She wants it.” The waiter hesitated and I knew Mike was annoyed. The waiter was saying, “Sir! Sir!” when I heard the zipper go down and Mike say, “Son, I’m doing you a favor. I know you’re ready to bust a nut. Fuck her ass.” I tried to get up but Mike said, “Baby, stay.” He paused, “Don’t worry, it won’t hurt. He’s hung like a mouse.” I closed my eyes. Mike chuckled, “Son, girls don’t give up their asses easy. Maybe you aren’t old enough to know that.” I could feel Mike fingering me. “Look how wet she is. She’s a bad girl. She wants it.” I remained silent and hoped the kid would bolt when Mike mumerd, “Good boy.” My panties were at my ankles and the waiter was holding my ass cheeks apart, forcing himself up my ass. The whole time the kid was muttering, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” I heard Mike slap the kid’s ass. “Don’t apologize. That’s what she wants. You like her ass? She’d never give it to you. She’s a fucking snob.” Mike’s words were obviously meant to anger the kid and anger they did. He started pumping me harder and grunting. Mike was right. It didn’t hurt much. The guy must be tiny. “Grab her tits… Good boy.” The waiter was squeezing my tits in a very non-sexual way. This seemed to go on for too long when Mike sighed and said, “Good boy. Now cum in her ass.” I was turned on more by Mike’s authority than the little prick in my ass. I felt the kid cum on command. “Ok, baby, get on your knees and clean him up.” The waiter flushed, “I can go to the restroom.” Mike shook his head and motioned for me to suck the kid. I was curious to see where this went so I begrudgingly took his little dick and cleaned him. “Son, when you can fuck a girl in the ass and have her clean you up, don’t give that away.” Mike bent over and shoved a finger in the kid’s ass. He squeeked out loudly and Mike was grinning his power-hungry grin. “You think you can get a sweet ass like that for nothing? You won’t stretch her out but you still have to pay.” Mike removed his finger and grunted, “I, however, will stretch you.” He bent the waiter over like I had been and pinned him. “Lube him up for me, baby.” With disgust I tongue fucked the waiter’s his clenched ass. I wondered if this might be rape and whispered, “If you don’t relax, he’ll really hurt you.” The waiter looked terrified. “Don’t let him do this, please? Don’t let him.” I smoothed his hair and smiled at his limp dick. “Relax.” Mike shoved me out of the way and started roughly reaming the waiter’s asshole. The guy was hollering and Mike smacked his ass a couple times. “You want the other waiters to find out you’re a faggot? You want a gangbang? Keep yelling.” The kid shut up and squeezed his eyes shut. “Look, he’s getting hard!” Mike laughed, “I guess you really are a faggot, aren’t you? You like my cock in your ass?” I was turned on with how Mike forced everyone to his will. I reached out to jerk off the guy but Mike shook his head, “No, I want him to cum because of me.” Mike reached and started stroking him tenderly, “You like it, don’t you? Dirty little queer,” Mike grinned really big. I was excluded so I decided to play with myself if I couldn’t play with them. I started fondling my clit, I was so wet. Mike was practically raping the waiter but he liked it. “His prick jumps every time I call him a fag. He gets tighter, too.” Mike was moaning, “Mmm, you can be my bitch when I’m horny at work. How about that? Maybe you can suck me off during meetings. I bet you’d like that.” He continued to stroke the waiter until he trembled and shot his load in Mike’s hand. “Oh, goddamn.” He flipped the kid over and forced him to his knees. “Come on, fag, clean up your mess.” The waiter looked horrified but opened up. He licked Mike’s dirty hand and I watched as the waiter’s little penis started inflating. Mike and shoved the waiter off of him. He held out his hands to me, “Baby, Daddy wants you.” I crawled to him. “How does Daddy’s little girl want it?” He sat and pulled me onto his bare lap. I still had on my school girl skirt but my blouse was open and panties gone. I didn’t wear a bra. “I think you’ve been bad. I saw you touching yourself without my permission.” “I’m sorry, Daddy. I just got so excited…” He forced me over his knee and started spanking me. I could feel myself dripping down my thighs and couldn’t help moaning. “See, son, if you get rich, you can find sluts like her. You can even find little queers to suck you under the table.” I was moaning with pleasure and Mike grunted. “Hands and knees.” I pretended to pout again but I liked being on my hands and knees. “You ready for a nice, big load, slut? He can’t make me cum but your tight pussy will.” Mike looked at the waiter, “You came with my cock in your ass.” He flushed red but couldn’t look away from Mike’s nearly naked body. Mike started teasing me with his cock and I tried to push back but his hand cracked across my ass. He was in control. “What do you want?” This was the worst and best part. “Your cock.” “Where do you want Daddy’s cock?” I moaned. “Daddy, I want your cock in my pussy. Please? I want it hard. Please, Daddy? I’m so wet.” That was enough, he grunted and thrust himself into me. I squealed. It was surprising just how big Daddy’s cock is. He roughly grabbed my tits and pulled me back onto him. It felt so good. So much better than the waiter. Daddy was rougher than I was used to and I liked it. “Fucking whore. You let a queer give it to you up the butt.” He breathed, “You fingered yourself while I gave the fag what he wanted.” I knew Mike was close to cumming. He had held out a long time and this control was all he wanted. “God, you’re wet. My little slut. Daddy’s going to cum in your pussy real soon.” I groaned as he held my hips to him. “Daddy, can I touch myself?” He ignored me. “Please, Daddy? I want to cum so bad.” “Play with your pussy, baby. Daddy wants to see you touch yourself.” I groaned and rubbed my clit roughly. Him pumping me hard plus my fingers on my clit was too much. I started to tremble. “Cum for me, slut, cum just like that queer did. Daddy wants to feel his baby girl cum.” I glanced over at the waiter. He was furiously jerking himself off. It was obvious he liked Mike’s dick. Maybe he needed a daddy, too. Then Mike was shooting his load and pulling my hair which set me off, too. He was yelling, “Take care of Daddy, baby. Take it all like a good girl.” I couldn’t stop shaking. That was my first time with Mike. I don’t know how he could ever top that. Mike removed himself from me and without being told, the waiter hurried over and started to eat my pussy, cleaning up what Daddy left. I looked up at a very pleased Daddy, slowly stroking his cock. The waiter was turning me on more. “Daddy, can I cum again?” He watched for a moment before he said, “Finger her ass. I bet she cums hard if you finger her ass.” The kid did as he was told and I pinched my nipples. I came again fast into the waiter’s mouth. He cleaned me up and smiled at Mike who had put on his clothes but was still fondling his cock. “Come on. Both of you. We’re leaving.” I lifted myself up with a little help from the waiter who was grinning bigger than anything. Mike said, “Boy.” The guy looked up at Mike who held my panties. He slowly wiped off his cock with them and then handed them to the waiter. “Keep those for later.” The shy boy smiled and said, “I’d rather have yours.” Mike looked stunned then said, “Now look what you’ve done, fag.” Mike motioned to the tented front of his own pants and the boy smiled. “I can help.” Mike sighed. “Let’s go.” Then, to the waiter, “You sit in the front. I’ve never had a queer blow me while I drive.” He leaned down and kissed me roughly. “Did you like dinner?” “Mmm… I can’t wait to do it again.”