0 comments/ 19919 views/ 4 favorites Dinner Table By: DreamerKitty Looking from the outside you would never imagine such a dining experience would take place behind that convenience store glass door. They went in regardless, figuring they could make up for lack of ambiance at their next stop. It was tradition that they ate appetizers in one location, dinner in another and finally dessert and coffee at a third restaurant. Dessert would have to be more carefully selected if this was the appearance for dinner. Being the gentleman he was, he opened all the doors for her. It was beyond courtship days. He no longer had to impress her to get her to concede to his sexual appetite. Still, doors opened and chairs were pulled out. When they went inside, they found one entire wall constructed of paper panes and bamboo slats. Each table had its own door and step which led to the sunken sitting area. Culture of this cuisine dictated removal of all footwear prior to entering the dining compartment. Shoes and sandals and boots and high heels all had to remain on the step. Small seat cushions on the wooden benches offered a small amount of comfort during the meal. They sat on opposite sides of the table. She figured it would be nice to play with him under the table, since they both had their shoes off. One detail she did not account for was the heat source being stored under the center of the table. She had no access whatsoever to him. Making the best of the situation, she had to make do with gazing across the table at him. Conversation went from basic swap of opinions over appetizers to what they were ordering from this cook some of it yourself restaurant. Once decisions were made and their orders were placed for some difficult to pronounce meal, she excused herself to the ladies room. She was not sure of how the culture would dictate putting those high heeled boots back on to walk across the dining room. She put them on just to be sure. The height of the heels on those attractive boots of hers made her feel sexy. When she felt that way about herself, it came across that way to him. She never told him that it was her own inner beauty flashing his way. She let him think her attraction was solely about his outward beauty. What a tremendous pair they made when they were together! By the time she returned, drinks were waiting and they were both ready to eat. He saw her shadow as she came upon their paper cubicle. He got off his seat to help her unzip her boots and slide them off those smooth curvy legs. He rubbed each foot nonchalantly before proceeding to the next one. They crept back inside and seated themselves beside one another. She went in first; he stayed closer to the door. His brawn could hide her when the server popped in to check on them. It was an imperative detail to be aware of because she was feeling good about everything feeling especially frisky. Before dinner was served, she had already whispered in his ear the top three things she'd like to do to him. When she went out earlier, she had written her suggestions on separate napkins. The server was given instructions to provide her napkins to her man at the beginning of the meal. He was allowed to blindly choose one of the bunch and hand it to her and sit back and wait for the action to begin. When the dinner plates were cleared, he would receive one more napkin. The first napkin was good for filling the delay in dinner being served. She tipped into his chest, hugged him around the waist, looked up and kissed him. The kiss she got back was a full tongue, lip-locked embrace. She felt her temperature rise. He felt her hand thanking him for the kiss. The tightening grip made his pants tighten in direct proportion to her touch. When the shadow appeared on the other side of their door, she sat up, dabbed her mouth and waited to be served. The plates were handed to them and they began round two of their dining experience. He cut her meat for her and even fed her the first bite. She reciprocated before they continued feeding themselves. Being in this close quartered private area was helping her mind to wander. Although it was only wandering where his body may be able take her. Within the next half an hour of dining and reading messages on napkins, they were both ready to get on to dessert. This little room was comfortable. They decided to stick around for the next course. The waiter was tipped to let them alone after dessert was delivered. Menu choices were irrelevant. They ordered the ones that seemed as though there would be a fair amount of chocolate sauce or whipped cream for a garnish. The plates were delivered and the server was gone. As soon as the door slid shut, he had her fuzzy pink sweater over her head. Those firm breasts were almost calling out to him. While he made for her skirt, she made for the whipped cream. It was offered to him off her fingertip. He licked the majority of it then sucked the rest. She took a fingerful for herself and their fingers met in her mouth. The strong suck she demonstrated was enough to make him shift in place. Immediately, he unbuttoned his pants, took out his hard cock and grabbed at his balls to make himself stand up from behind the zipper. Life tonight was easy, as they each decided to leave the underwear at home. It only gets in the way of progress, they thought. He leaned back against the solid bamboo paneled wall to catch a breath and digest his meal. She took it as an offer to go down on him. First went the cream, then the chocolate, then her tongue. All items were applied in proper sequence for approaching his cock. He had to do nothing more than sit back and watch and breathe. For a while, she savored every inch of him. She sucked him sideways, long ways and took him as far as she could get him without any thrusting efforts on his part. While she was on her belly going at him, he slid his hand down the back of her skirt and into her silk stockings. He could reach through to her waiting garden. His fingers made their way deep inside her. He went so far as to make her scream and moan. The overhead vents drowned out the sounds to keep the next table from listening in. She tried to keep silent, but his educated hands and tasty package were almost too much for her to handle. When she needed a rest from the 40 minutes worth of cock sucking, she sat up. He guided her hips to sit on the table in front of him. She followed his guidance and sat where his place setting should have been. All he had to do was cut her stockings off with his steak knife, part her legs a bit further and lean forward. Nature would take care of the rest. Baring her fruits to him, he petted her and stroked her pussy so gently. He traced his fingertips up and down the insides of her thighs so tenderly he could actually watch as she became more excited. The color, the wetness, the throbbing flesh between her thighs told him like a billboard how much she wanted him. As he bent forward bringing his tongue closer to her, she grabbed the back of his head and helped in his efforts. The server walked by and heard his slurping and heard her nearly silent giggles and gasps for a solid breath. He thought for a moment that they were sipping on the last sips of their drinks through a straw. Then, he remembered they ordered wine. Those were not dining room sounds, he thought. A smile came upon his face as he dug his hand into his pocket to see just how much of a tip they gave him. That bundle of 20s made more sense now, and he ensured that nobody would bother them. The lights in their little suite were dimmed and an out of order sign was placed in front. He tucked their shoes and boots away in front of another stall. Dinner Table Tease The other day, I attended a business dinner held for my company. During the icebreaker, I noticed a woman from our home office. A very sexy woman and she looked like she had just come from a glamour photo shoot. What immediately piqued my interest were the 5-inch strappy black heels she was wearing and her brilliant red toenail color, selected to match her lipstick. As I gazed unashamedly at her charms, I couldn't help looking at her feet cradled in those sexy shoes, and my cock stirred in my slacks. She caught me looking at her and smiled, her gaze dropping boldly down to my crotch. As she looked back up, our gazes locked and she winked and flicked the tip of her tongue between her glistening red lips in a suggestive manner. I started feeling embarrassed about the way my cock was showing through the fabric of my pants. The little tease seemed to enjoy watching my arousal, and as I watched, she grasped the stem of her wineglass between her fingers and, shielding it from her companions' view, started stroking them up and down along it. As she suggestively jacked her wineglass off, and as she locked her gaze on mine, and I imagined her fingers moving over my shaft. My cock immediately sprang fully erect and it throbbed, straining for freedom as I watched her covert teasing. I couldn't just stand there in that condition, I had to meet her, but as I approached her, the hotel staff announced dinner. She turned away; her body producing enticing curves in the black cocktail dress that barely reached her knees, a small side slit displaying more of her long lovely tanned legs. The crowd made their way to the dining room and I lost sight of my sexy little teaser. As I found my seat, I received a pleasant surprise; I found her seated at the same table, directly across from me. As dinner started, we made the typical polite conversation, some light talk about the weather, business, sports, etc.... She captivated me with how her long red hair shimmered as it cascaded over her bare tanned shoulders. When she laughed, her pert breasts seemed to strain at being confined. Throughout dinner, she continued to flirt casually with me; flashing suggestive looks, and making suggestive comments or gestures, each guaranteed to keep me aroused. At the conclusion of dinner, the room lights dimmed and the company presentation started. I settled back to listen to an hour of a guaranteed cure for insomnia, I felt something touch my leg under the table. I looked at the little redheaded tease and received a sly wink as her foot stroked up and down my left leg. I quickly looked at the others at our table; they were all watching the presentation. I felt her foot slide up over my knee and rest on my inner left thigh. My cock immediately went rigid. She held a finger to her lips, pantomimed 'shh', and turned her head to watch the presentation. I felt her toes probing against the tip of my cock, now throbbing as if it would rip through the fabric of my pants. I could feel her toes clenching as they massaged my confined shaft, sliding down to tickle my balls. I knew there must be a growing wet spot showing through my pants over the head of my cock from my pre-come the arousal her teasing toes were creating. Her toes continued up to rub the head of my cock as the heel of her shoe pressed into my balls. She rocked her foot back and forth, applying gentle pressure between the tip and base of my cock, all the while throwing sultry glances at me. She knew the most sensitive spots to stroke and after a few minutes, I felt as if I would come in my pants. I felt my orgasm building and gasped softly, my vision graying around the edges. She smiled wickedly and stopped stroking just before it was too late, pulling her foot back and leaving my cock throbbing wildly. In a few moments, after the blood returned to my brain, she resumed her delicious teasing. She grasped the shaft of my cock with her toes and pressed it between her toes and the sole of her shoe, bringing me even closer to climax before backing away again. The torture went on for several minutes, and each time, she managed to bring me closer to the limit before stopping. The crotch of my pants was soaked with pre-come but the little tease wasn't going to let me rest. I felt her big toe rubbing around over the wettest part of my pants, caressing the swollen head of my cock in small circles. Suddenly, her foot drew away and I saw her reach down into her lap. As I watched, she brought her hand from under the table, put a finger to her lips, and licked it with the tip of her tongue. I squirmed as I realized it was my pre-come on her finger and gasped softly as she, after a quick glance at our table companions, stuck her fingertip between her lips and sucked on it like a small cock. At that moment, the presentation finished and the room lights came back up. As everyone rose to applaud, I managed to tip the remainder of my water glass onto the table and into my lap. I jumped up dabbing at my pants with my napkin, spluttering excuses about how clumsy I was, relieved to have come up with an explanation for the pre-come on my pants. As the applause died down and I got my 'clumsiness' under control, we all said our goodbyes and well wishes. My covert teaser remarked that she had to drive across town to get back to her hotel, wished everyone a pleasant goodnight, slyly winked at me, and walked out into the lobby. I followed her outside to the parking lot. I saw her get into a car behind an ornamental hedge. I walked over and around the hedge and saw her next to a black sports car. When she saw me, she leaned back against the car and asked, "Did you enjoy my shoe?" "Very much," I replied, "except for the end. But you left me wanting to come with nowhere to go". "Poor baby," she replied with an exaggerated pout, "I thought you liked my shoes. You couldn't have been more obvious". "After tonight, I'll never forget them," I said, indicating my damp crotch and the conspicuous bulge of my stiff cock, "isn't this obvious enough?" She turned around and bent over the door of her car, leaning through the window as if she were looking for something and offered me her left foot. The straps were undone and her heel slipped from her shoe, which now hung delicately from her toes, seeming ready to fall at any moment. Her dress rode up and I could see she wasn't wearing any panties as her moist pussy glistened lewdly in the moonlight. She looked back at me over her shoulder and asked, "If you like my shoes so much, do you want to come in one?" I hurriedly pulled my aching cock out of my pants and slipped the head into the shoe. The little tease moved the shoe far enough to make me chase her, but eventually she let me slip it between her foot and her shoe. I was in heaven as she clenched her toes and trapped my cock firmly between the sole of her foot and the shoe. The soft, soft skin of her foot was so warm and smooth, and the leather of her shoe stimulating in its slight roughness. The feeling was incredibly erotic and I grabbed her foot and shoe in my hands and started stroking my cock in and out between them. I saw her fingers slip into her moist pussy as my cock thrust into her shoe. It was a fantastic, highly erotic sight. She started moving her foot against, me, countering my strokes and intensifying the feeling. My pace increased, but my rhythm grew ragged as my cock throbbed in anticipation desperate for release at last. "Oh; yes." I moaned. "Oh. Yes. Yes. Yes!" She responded lustily, "Come; baby; come. Come in my shoe and all over my foot. Spray your come on me now!" With a final moan, and a final thrust, my over stimulated cock surged, spurting come onto her foot, her shoe, her leg, some drops even landed on her pussy. I felt her shudder as I continued to slide my cock through the come in her shoe, until she pulled away. She stood and turned around. I could see come ooze out of her shoe, glistening between her toes as it pooled white on the dark asphalt. She ran her fingers along the underside of my softening cock. She lifted a string of sticky come to her lips and licked it off her fingers as she smiled suggestively up at me. "Mm, this is good. How about coming back to my room and filling the other shoe for me?" ...what you gonna do in those shoes?