0 comments/ 20378 views/ 0 favorites The Dinner Date By: celticlass The time had come and we were finally going to meet. We'd talked about this for weeks and the time was here at last. We'd agreed to meet in public, at a restaurant about twenty miles from where he lives. With both of us being married, we had to be discreet, and we felt that the restaurant would grant us a measure of anonymity while being public enough that we'd be able to control the lust that burned within us. I stride confidently up to the door of the restaurant; it would never do for him to notice how nervous I was about meeting him. As soon as I enter the lobby, I see him. He looks so different from his pictures, yet my heart recognizes him instantly – as did my overactive libido. He turns towards me as I enter, and our eyes lock. His jade green eyes capture my own whisky brown ones, and we move towards each other as if drawn by a force beyond our desire to control it. I joyfully meet his embrace, and the instant I feel his touch, I know that any thoughts of a platonic meeting had been a delusion. Desire coils hot in my belly and my nipples harden against his firm chest. I can feel his erection pressed intimately against my mound. I pull back slightly to look into his eyes, to see if he is feeling what I'm feeling. His eyes are luminescent with desire, and I know mine are golden with lust for him. He lowers his mouth to mine. This is no tentative first kiss. No, this is a kiss full of months of talking online, of sharing hopes and dreams, of creating hot, illicit fantasies together. Our lips meet seconds before his tongue sweeps into my mouth, tangling with mine. His hands find their way to my ass, and he pulls me tight against his cock. Wordlessly, he lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his waist. As I do so, my skirt rides up to my hips, allowing me to feel the hardness behind his zipper against my bare wet pussy. Without taking his mouth from mine, he carries me into the men's room. We don't notice the startled looks we get from the few men at the urinals as he carries me into the handicap stall. He locks the door as he presses me up against it so I'm trapped between the cold metal and his hot body. His hand fumbles with his zipper, his knuckles brushing against my wet pussy in the process. A moan slips out of me at the exquisite sensation of finally having his hands on me. After a small eternity, his cock is free and I feel him guide it teasingly over my clit. He uses the head to spread my juices around and the throbbing in my clit intensifies. He places the head in my slit, and he swallows my begging whimper. With a mischievous laugh he lets me feel another inch of his delicious cock inside of me. My body pulses as it gets used to his size. Just when I'm resigned to his slow, teasing lovemaking, he plunges all seven inches of his fat cock into my hungry pussy in one thrust. I gasp against his mouth at the incredible fullness I'm feeling. I brace my hands on his shoulders and his hands on my ass guide me up and down on his shaft. My head bumps the stall door as he pounds into me, and his mouth swallows my moans. He leaves my mouth and kisses down my chin, along my jaw and down my neck. I throw my head back to give him better access. His mouth leaves a scorching trail across my skin. As I continue to ride him, I can feel myself get closer and closer to a blazing orgasm. He can feel my juices dripping down his cock and onto his balls. My pussy gets tighter as I get closer. His cock grows even larger as his own climax approaches, and he pounds into me faster. "Kiss me. NOW!" I command, and no sooner do his lips meet mine than my orgasm tears through me and he swallows my exultant screams in his mouth. As he feels the tight draw of my cunt against his cock, he explodes with his own orgasm, his come flooding into me. His yell of release is trapped in my mouth, and he accidentally bites my lip in his ecstasy. The pain is minor though, and I relish in the feel of his hard cock still buried inside my tight wet pussy as we cling to each other and catch our breaths. After several minutes, I slide down his body. With my mouth, I clean his cock off, savoring our combined come, sucking and licking it all off. He tells me to wait right where I am. He leaves the stall and returns a moment later with a wet paper towel. He washes the stickiness from my thighs. We walk out of the men's room, knowing that everyone who sees us would know what we just did. We return to the lobby to wait for a table. While we wait for the hostess to return, I turn to him, hold out my hand and with a smile say, "Hi. You must be Mike. I'm Dianne. It's so great to finally meet you." He shakes my hand, then pulls me towards him into another hug. As we embrace, he says, "It's wonderful finally getting to meet you." A discreet cough interrupts us and we part as the hostess comes to seat us. She leads us to a secluded corner table and we sit down beside each other. The high seats of the booth afford us a measure of privacy. We order drinks and dinner. While we're waiting for our food, we take the time to talk, to get to know each other in person. As we're talking, he feels my hand on his thigh through his pants, and it creeps up his leg towards his groin. His cock hardens as he feels the heat of my hand. He moans low in his throat. He places his hand on top of mine, intending to stop its progress. Instead, he simply guides it up until it's resting on his cock, exerting the slightest pressure against his rigid length. A flush steals across my skin as I realize he wants me again already. He leans towards me, making sure his arm brushes against my breast. He notices my nipple harden instantly, and he brushes his arm against it again, making sure this time that he catches the nipple with his "accidental" touch. I give him a wicked smile and press my hand a bit harder against his fly. He groans low in his throat as he gives me a tight smile. My eyes catch notice of the wet spot on the front of his pants right as the waitress brings us our meal. We eat our dinner, and during dinner we flirt, every move, every word seemingly ripe with double entendres and suggestions. We're enjoying each other, so we decide to order dessert, anything to delay our time together. We choose the blueberry cheesecake, feeding each other bites off our forks. His breath catches as I lick the cheesecake off my lips. All too soon, our dinner is finished and the bill is paid. We walk out to the parking lot together, our steps slow, measured. We don't want our time together to end. It's been a perfect blend of hot steamy sex, sharing our souls and laughter. He walks me to my car. It's fairly dark in that particular part of the parking lot. I unlock the driver's side door and turn to tell him good night. Effortlessly, we fall into each other's arms. It feels so perfectly right. He lowers his mouth to mine and we share another mind-blowing kiss. His arms are around my waist and he lets his hands fall until they're resting just above the curve of my ass; with the slightest pressure, he let me feel his hard cock. My hands roam his chest, finding his hard nipples through his shirt. I feel one of his hands leave my ass. He manages to open my door and we tumble inside. My butt lands on the center console, my hips arched high into the air. He shoves my skirt up and his mouth attacks my wet pussy. He can feel the silkiness of my thighs against his head as he sucks my clit. I scream with pleasure. One foot is draped over the steering wheel; the other is braced against the seat. From this angle, I'm exposed, vulnerable. All I can do is grab his head and hang on. His hands grab my hips, holding them in place while he feasts. I can feel his hot tongue laving my clit, and my pleasure nub throbs more insistently under his ministrations. He gives my backdoor a playful lick before curling his tongue and jabbing it into my slit. I let out a loud moan as his tongue continues its in and out motion. He smacks my hard clit, stimulating it as he tongue fucks me. He's trying to lap up all my juices as fast as they're flowing, but some escape and drip down his chin. With a scream I surrender to the intense orgasm. My juices squirt out of me, coating his mouth and chin. He's relentless, tonguing me and teasing my clit through the whole orgasm, driving me to a second one, this one only slightly less intense. As I sink down into the seat, aftershocks ripple through me. He crawls into the car so that he's on top of me. As we kiss I can smell my essence on his face, taste myself on his mouth. I let out a little purr of satisfaction as he draws me close. We stay like that for a while, until we notice the cool autumn air slipping around our heated bodies. He rises up slightly and look at me. In the little light that's coming into our little corner of paradise, his eyes are practically feline. He brushes a stray lock of hair back off my face as he looks into my eyes. "Come to my house," he says. I give him a puzzled look and ask, "What about your family?" He replies, "Out of town, visiting relatives." Tears glisten in my eyes as I realize that he's offering me a night with him. With a bright smile, I say, "Lead the way. I'll follow you." Fifteen minutes later we pull into his driveway (speed limits having been mere suggestions for us as we raced to get there quickly). He's out of his car and heading towards the house as I get out of my car. I catch up with him as he unlocks the door. He places his arm around me as we go inside. As soon as the door shuts, he fumbles with the dead bolt as I pin him against the door for another kiss. My fingers find the buttons of his shirt, slipping each button through its hole and kissing every bit of skin I expose. As I get closer to the hem, I kneel at his feet, kissing his belly just above the waistband on his pants, letting my tongue follow the line of hair till it disappears from sight. I unbutton his pants and use my teeth to unzip them. His pubic hairs tickle my nose as the zipper lowers. His hard cock juts out in my face, and I give him a long lick, from the base to the head. I give him my Mona Lisa smile as I take his shoes and socks off and he steps out of his pants. I rise up on my knees a bit until his cock is once more on level with my mouth. He doesn't want my teases any more. He decides the teasing has gone on long enough and he wants my mouth around his cock NOW. He grabs my head and rams his cock between my lips. I swallow it eagerly, sucking it noisily, enthusiastically. His fingers tangle in my hair and he holds my head in place as he fucks my mouth. I grab his ass, kneading the firm flesh with my fingers, relishing in the play of muscles as his hips move back and forth. He can feel the gentle rasp of my teeth against his cock and the silk of my tongue against the bottom as he thrusts in and out. I tighten my lips around him, putting more pressure on his cock as he pumps me. His cock throbs, and I can feel his balls against my chin getting tighter. His grip on my head becomes harder, and with a yell his come explodes in my mouth. I taste his salty essence as it hits the back of my throat. As his cock throbs his release, I suck it harder, draining every last drop from him. As the last of his orgasm drains out of him, his legs give out and he sinks to the floor. I sit in between his legs, and his arms wrap around me and hold me close as our mouths meet in a soft kiss. We stay that way for a few moments, savoring the few minutes of silent, tender togetherness, our hunger for each other sated at least temporarily. At long last we get up off the floor. He takes my hand and leads me to his bedroom. We're standing next to the bed and he drags my sweater off over my head. His hands graze my soft belly before coming up to cup my breasts through my bra. His thumbs brush across my distended nipples, and I moan from the pleasure. He wraps his arms around me, his hands rubbing down my back to find the zipper of my skirt. I feel it slide down, gently tickling along my crack. My skirt falls to the floor at my feet, and I step out of it. I'm standing before him, wearing a black lace demi-bra, black lace garter belt, black stockings and my black heels. He steps back and admires me, his eyes darkening with desire once again. He draws me back into his arms, and he reaches behind me to unhook my bra. He tugs the straps down my arms and toss the bra across the room. He drops to his knees and places a kiss on my shorn mound. His mouth feels so incredibly good there, yet I grab his ears and pull him back up to a standing position. He cups my breasts, then lowers his head to take one turgid peak in his mouth. I moan and bring my hands to the back of his head, holding his head in place. I lean down and kiss the top of his head. He kisses his way across to my other breast, nuzzling the cleavage on his way. My scent rises up to meet him, the slight scent of soap mixing with my own musk. His mouth captures the other nipple, his tongue squeezing the raspberry tip against the roof of his mouth. He flicks the tip with his tongue, and my fingernails involuntarily dig into his head. He kisses up my chest, returning to my lips. We hold each other close, my bare breasts against his bare chest, his hair tantalizing my already sensitive nipples. I can feel his rigid cock pressing against my lower belly, his balls against my mound. He puts his hands on my ass, kneading it, pressing me more fully against him. My hands are behind his neck. I rub them over his short hair then gently massage his neck. I playfully nip at his lower lip before licking it soothingly. Our tongues tangle, and we drink deeply of each other. We are pliant, completely lost in the moment. Then before he realizes it, I gently push him back onto the bed. He drags me with him so that I'm on top of him, and I land with my hips perfectly aligned to his. He can feel my wet pussy against his hard cock. Mmmm... It feels so good. I slide off of him and tell him to scoot to the head of the bed. He gives me a puzzled look as I get off the bed. I shoot him my Mona Lisa smile as I saunter to his closet and return carrying a couple of his belts. I take his left hand and use the belt to fasten it to his headboard. I do the same with his right hand. His smile is looking a little nervous, but his cock is standing proudly at attention. I lean down and place a gentle kiss on his mouth. I pull back and looking deep into his eyes, I ask him, "Do you trust me?" He answers that yes he does trust me, and my heart swells in my chest at such a gift. I give him another soft kiss. He tries to force a deeper kiss by sliding his tongue between my lips. I pull back quickly and with a smile say, "No, no," and shake my finger at him. I kiss my way down his body. He pulls against his bonds, but to no avail. I sit back and watch the delicious muscles in his arms and chest flex. I can't resist the temptation to touch, and I let my hands play over his chest, running them up to his shoulders and following along his arms. I playfully squeeze his biceps, and a low purr of satisfaction passes my lips as I feel the hard muscle underneath. My hands caress his chest, my fingers finding his nipples and rubbing over them. I pinch them; he moans. I replace my fingers with my mouth, drawing a nipple between my lips. My teeth scrape across it, gently. Then I bite his nipple, eliciting a sharp "Ow!" out of him. I lick the nipple, soothing the hurt. He again moans in pleasure. I do the same thing to his other nipple, giving him a bite followed by a soft soothing lick. This pain/pleasure combination is new to him, but he finds it extremely erotic. His cock jerks, wanting me. I arch a look at him, a subtle warning to be patient lest I punish him for his impertinence. He humbly looks down in submission, and I smile at him proudly. He has learned very well. I kiss down his body, my lips trailing across his belly to his hard shaft. "Do you want me to suck your cock?" I ask. He replies, "I want only what my Mistress wants." "Very good, Slave," I purr, before sucking his cock deep into my mouth. I give him several hard sucks before pulling my mouth off of it. He wants so badly to groan in disappointment as I remove my mouth, but years of military discipline keep him silent. I kneel beside him and stroke him with my hand. I swing my leg over his and he feels my hot wet pussy grind against his cock. He moans low in his throat and his arms strain against his bonds. He wants nothing more than to grab my hips and impale me on his hard shaft. I slowly grind against him, drenching his cock with my juices. His teeth are clenched against the impulse to beg me to take his cock inside of me. I am well pleased with his discipline and restraint. I shift my hips so that his head is pressed against my slit. Slowly, oh-so-slowly, I take his cock into me, inch by delicious inch. He's stretching my pussy, and I moan at the exquisite sensation. He shoots me a questioning look, his eyes asking my permission to express his pleasure. I smile and nod. Neither of us is capable of coherent speech at this time. Finally he's buried deep inside of me. I can feel his cock against my womb. I start riding him, slowly at first. I bend over and offer him my breasts to taste, and he suckles them hungrily. His mouth's tug-release on my nipples is matching the rhythm that my hips have set, so it feels like he's fucking my tits and my pussy at the same time "Are you ready to come?" I ask. "If my Mistress wishes me to be." "I do wish it. Come with me." I scream as I come, my juices pouring down over his shaft and balls. With a growl, his body tenses a moment before he explodes inside of me. My grasping pussy clenches around his throbbing cock. Where our bodies are joined, they are as one – pulsing and convulsing together. Feeling his cock throb inside of me is thrilling, prolonging my orgasm. My pussy milks his cock, draining it completely. I give him a sultry smile as I climb off of him. He's replete, lying boneless on the bed. I take my finger and wipe some of our come off his cock and offer it to him to suck off. He takes my finger deep in his mouth, savoring the taste of our juices. With a wicked glint in his eye he lets his tongue work down between my fingers, setting off a new wave of exquisite pleasure in my womb. I reclaim my finger and bend down, holding my hair back as I lick our come off his cock and balls. After cleaning him with my mouth, I sit back with a very satisfied smile on my face. I reach up and untie his hands. He grabs my hand and pulls me down beside him. I lie in his arms, catching my breath, my nose nestled against his chest. I give it a gentle kiss. He places a finger under my chin and lifts it so I'm looking up at him. For several long moments, we just look at each other, hardly daring to believe that we're actually here, holding each other, savoring the closeness. Slowly he lowers his head and gently kisses me. The kiss is slow and tender. His tongue explores my mouth, tasting it. It glides over my teeth. My tongue goes on its own journey, gliding against his, feeling the pearly smoothness of his teeth. Soft sighs escape our mouths, melting together. We kiss for a small eternity, concentrating not so much on the rising passion but on enjoying the closeness, the blending of our breath. I can feel his hand on my hip, gently kneading it. His hand glides up over my rib cage, brushing against the side of my breast. His palm rubs my nipple, and he can feel it pebble under his touch. I moan against his mouth. He gently pushes me over to my back and follows me, his body lying on top of mine. "Mmmmm," I sigh appreciably as I feel his hard length against my mound. A part of me can't believe that he's already hard and ready to go again, but mostly I just relish my power over him. He places a knee between my legs, nudging them apart. I spread my legs, cradling his hips against mine. My foot slides up the back of his leg, my toes gliding up his crack as I wrap my leg around his waist. I do the same thing with my other foot, sliding it up his leg, guiding it along his crack before wrapping it around his waist. His cock is pressed intimately against my pussy, his head nudging against my slit. My juices coat his head, and he slides it in. He's buried to the hilt inside of me, his head bumping against my womb. I wrap my arms around him and hold him close. This cuddle sex is perfect, wonderful, sensual. I can feel every inch of him; we're as close as two people can possibly be. The scent of our lovemaking envelops us. The Dinner Date I arrive at the restaurant a few minutes late, as usual. It's a romantic little old-world-style Italian restaurant that I've promised you has excellent Chicken Marsala. It's a little schmaltzy and over-the-top with stuccoed walls, red and white checkered table linens, and heavy dripping candle tapers flickering in old silver candelabras. The cliché, but smooth crooning of Sinatra emanates from speakers somewhere out of site. The sound of laughter and conversation pours like a wave from the open door. I'm wearing a simple sleeveless, black dress, cut just above my knees. My hair is pinned up in a loose twist with a few errant tendrils that have escaped in the breeze. I have little jewelry on, just a simple ruby solitaire draped from a silvery white gold necklace and smaller matching ruby drop earrings in each ear. I spot you in the crowded vestibule as you smile and take me in completely, ending at my cranberry painted toes peeking out of the little black fuck-me pumps and making your way back up past the delicate ankle straps of my shoes to my bare legs. I lean in and buss you softly on the lips, returning your smile. You pull me tightly to you in a hug and I press my lips close to your ear and whisper my apologies for making you wait. Your hand slides casually down to cup my ass as we pull away. I giggle softly as you smile at the leering old man who was watching it all and his wife, who clucks her disapproval. Your scent lingers close to my nose for a moment, god I love the way you smell, and I take a moment to admire you in the remainder of your work clothes. The suit jacket is gone, the tie abandoned, and you've unbuttoned the top two buttons of your blue shirt that make your eyes sparkle like the deepest of sapphires. You look at me with that impish smile that tells me you're in the mood to play and I smile back with the devilish look that tells you the game is on. I grab your hand, giving it a squeeze and lead you into the dim, crowded bar to have a drink while we wait for our table. We slip into two empty seats and order drinks from the bartender, a vodka martini for me and a beer for you. We slowly sip our drinks, letting all the stresses melt away with the slow burning warmth of the alcohol and talk casually about our day. Then you ask me your favorite question; you want to know which panties I have on under my dress. I take a slow sip of my drink, smiling coyly as I pull the glass away from my lips and tell you that you'll have to find out for yourself. You cackle softly with laughter and tell me that you fully intend to find out...now. You slide your hand up my thigh, creeping up my dress. I giggle softly under my breath, letting your fingers nearly wisp the edge of my panties before catching your hand in mine and interlacing my fingers with yours. I pull your hand up to my lips, kissing each of your fingertips, playfully. But you are not so easily dissuaded. You hook your foot around my calf, swiveling me in my seat so I am facing you and pull my legs apart. You pull your hand from mine and lean in to kiss me, draping your arm around my waist as your other hand snakes up my leg, shielded from view by your arm. You slide your finger along the lacy edge of my panties and stroke the smooth skin beneath before slipping one finger inside me. You press your lips near my ear and whisper, "Lace...nice." I kiss your ear and whisper, " But you still don't know what color." Then I giggle softly in your ear and catch your earlobe in my teeth as you pull away. You slide your finger out of me, looking into my eyes with your smoldering gaze, and lift it to your lips to taste. The pager, indicating our table is ready, begins to vibrate on the mahogany bar top, interrupting the moment. I quickly stand and straighten my dress, which has twisted askew and begin to walk to the hostess station. You wrap your arm around my middle, grazing your hand along my breast and kissing the curve of my neck. Shivers run down my spine as your lips linger momentarily before you release me to continue walking. We slide into our table, a small "U" shaped booth facing out from the wall, near the large fire hearth in the main dining room. We go through the wine selection ritual and order our dinner. You smile mischievously and point out to me that we have the prime table to be seen by all. I smirk slightly, knowing you will take full advantage of this. "For instance, if I were to do...this..," you tease softly, as you slide your hand up my thigh beneath the table cloth, "You wouldn't be able to react. Anyone who happened to be looking would know we were doing." I giggle softly as your hand slides farther up my leg, pushing my panties aside burying your fingers into my already wet pussy. I sigh softly and close my eyes as you slowly circle my clit. You remind me that no one can know what we're doing and I do my best to compose myself. I try my best to sip at the wine, but my hips won't be stilled. I grind slowly against your hand as you torment me. Clearly, anyone who chose to be perceptive would know by the look on my face what was going on, but I'm quiet, letting only the occasional soft sigh escape my lips. My eyes close and my breathing gets ragged and you remind me to keep it together, but you know I'm close to cumming. You slip two fingers inside of me, continuing your assault on my clit with your thumb. I squeeze your leg tightly, close my eyes and lean my head back against the booth as the orgasm waves through me. Our waiter arrives, as I'm composing myself with a puzzled look on his face, and you smile at him as he drops the food on our table and makes a hasty exit. We quickly eat and when the waiter offers dessert you smirk and tell him you have dessert planned at home. He blushes and fumbles nervously as we settle up. We leave the restaurant and walk down the street window shopping and listening to the street musicians. Teasing and nuzzling each other into a frenzy. As we walk, I pull you into a dark alley pressing you into the shadow of the tall building. I fumble with your fly and you protest, but I insist, as I drop to my knees on the ancient brick-lined road and take your cock slowly into my mouth, savoring your taste. A low guttural moan escapes your throat as my lips and tongue torment you, fucking you with my mouth, until you can't take it any longer. You pull me up, kissing me roughly and push me back against the brick wall. I wrap my legs around you as you enter me and I use the wall to leverage myself so I can grind with you as you drive in and out of me. My hair comes loose and splays wildly around my shoulders. We kiss frantically, hard and wet; at this point we don't even care how much noise we are making or who hears us or discovers us. We are so lost in the moment that there is nothing around us but each other. I whisper in your ear how good you feel inside me. I squeeze my arms around you tightly as I cum again, causing you to cum. We slide down the wall for a few moments recovering and kissing, before straightening our clothes and walking toward where we've parked to head home for dessert. Before you close the door to my car, you stop and laugh. I ask you what's funny. And you say, "Y'know...I still don't know what color your panties are!" I laugh and tell you to meet me at home to find out. The Dinner Date I had on the black thigh length sheer stockings, red silk panties and matching red heels David asked me to wear. I sat down in front of the PC, adjusted the chair, and turned on the webcam. My ample (and most fuckable I am told) ass settled comfortably in the chair and I checked that I could lift up my legs and rest them wide apart in front of the cam when I wanted to. My large sensitive tits were bare, and I fondled them as I waited for him to come online. I sucked one and then the other into my mouth and swirling my tongue around the nipples, enjoying the salty taste (mmmm I wondered if I should have showered) and the tingle that radiated down to my pussy. My mind tantalized me with delicious thoughts about totally belonging to my darling David. His to do with as he wanted, fuck, suck, do whatever he asked me to do, use me as he wished. David popped up in Yahoo messenger right on time and a moment later I saw him accept my invitation to look at me on cam. I saw him type 'Wow' and smiled. I'd missed him so much. I'd much to tell him and was tingling with anticipation. To tease him I raised a leg to give him a birds-eye view of my dripping cunt outlined through my wet panties. I imagined his cock rising in appreciation and his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. I typed 'xoxoxoxo' in Messenger and then 'Ummmmmm'. 'Oh shit' he typed back. Then 'We'd better talk on phone' I donned headphones and dialed his number and moments later heard the line connect and his deep breathing. I knew he was lightly stroking his cock in expectation and I giggled a little bit. "Hi darling" I heard, then "How was your hot date?" "Wonderful" I said. "Wish you'd been there with me." After few second's silence I heard "Want to share?" So I did. I met Gene, this really nice early 40's guy I'd just had dinner with, at after work drinks a week ago with my friend Carole. He hadn't seemed that interested in me; Carole can be pretty mesmerizing, but as we were leaving he'd asked me to dinner tonight and I'd accepted. Of course I'd let my darling David know I had a potentially hot date and knew he would want to hear all the details when I met him online afterward. Dinner was fun with lots of laughter, flirting, 'accidental' touching and comparing funny stories about friends and Seattle life. As things progressed it became obvious we'd probably go back to my place afterward. We arrived there about 11pm; plenty of time since David was not expecting me online until about 3am my time - 7pm his time where he was traveling. Gene and I had another glass of wine and sat opposite each other in separate chairs at the foot of the bed. The conversation slowed as we sipped the wine and the sexual tension built up. To break the ice I lifted up my stocking clad foot (knowing he could see right up under my skirt) and circled my toe around his crotch. I could feel that he was developing a hard-on. I looked demurely at him, batted my eyelashes (one of my best assets) and said (little innocent me!) "Well I don't know about you but I feel horny. Pity you're a bit overdressed to fool around." He laughed, not the least bit shy either, stood up and took off his shirt. He was a strong tall man, with great pecs and a hard abdomen. I stood up too and walked towards him, one step at a time, one foot before the other and asked him outright "What do you want?" He pulled my face to his and kissed me deeply. The touch of his lips felt electric and delicious and our tongues circled each other. Not missing a beat I unbuttoned my top one handed and slipped it over my head to expose my lacy red 38D bra and went back to kissing him. In no time I had one hand around his muscular back and the other down between his legs gently stroking him through his pants. In a while he said quietly "you asked what I wanted" and put a slight downward pressure on my head. Obediently I sank to my knees and buckled and unzipped him, and gently slipped his long fat scrumptious cock out of his underwear. I took a moment to fondle his balls while running one red fingernail up and down his shaft, then sucked his hard cock into my mouth it very gently. His musky scent and taste filled my senses and I played with him as if his cock was my favorite candy-bar. Sucking a little then stopping to put my tongue out and lick around the head. His hands were constantly playing with my hair. I could taste that he was starting to leak a little, adding to the flavor. I made sure to look up at him frequently to make sure he could enjoy the erotic sight of my tongue circling or his cock sliding between my lips. I know my David loves that! Weak kneed he lurched back to the edge of the bed-sitter and sat down. I took advantage of the break to remove my bra in case he wanted to play with my swollen, tingling brown nipples, then I followed him on my knees, tits swaying. I wrapped one hand around his shaft and jacked him for little while, sliding the other under his ass and circling around with a finger tip while watching him (I remember making a note to myself, to remember how sexy that looked so I could describe it exactly). Sitting at the edge of the bed his buttocks began to undulate and he flung his head back feeling my hands on his engorged cock drive all sane thoughts out of his mind. All he could think of was of my supplication to his pleasure. He was about to come - I could feel it, so I quickly engulfed his cock again in my hungry wet mouth and sucked very hard. He groaned and I felt him begin to spurt in my mouth. The sounds of his climax filled the air and made my clit swell in anticipation. When I had swallowed it all and licked him dry I released his cock with a pop and smiled up at him in satisfaction. Smiling back at me he lay back on bed and pulled me up and toward him. I resisted until I could get my skirt off and slide up beside him in heels, stockings and panties. He quickly had the panties off and spanked my bottom hard for my slowness while I giggled in anticipation of a good hard no-strings-attached fuck. We rested a while, kissing a little (he told me how wonderful my mouth tasted after his cock had been in it), and with him playing with my tits a little while I stroked him back to hardness, Then after putting on a condom he ordered me climb on top and settle down on him. I obeyed without hesitation (I love being a submissive little bitch sometime – David's bitch!) His cock felt wonderful as it slid into me for the first time. After easing up and down a couple of times while he pulled and sucked on my nipples, I plunged down hard and shuddered as his cock began to service me. Up and down I bounced on him, tits flying (oooooo that feels nice and I know it looks amazing), then suddenly sucked my breath in as he held me still, cock right up me, and began to tease my clit on front with one fingertip. I gasped, grabbed his hands and held them back as I began to dance on him again hard and fast. As I neared climax, my breathing became shallow and eyes fluttered closed. Suddenly he pulled me into a tight hug and rolled me under him (tease!) and drove his cock in harder still, making my cunt suck him in even deeper, and began ramming me. I wrapped my legs around his waist; my red heels crossed like red claws. The sight was so erotic – I was just a cunt to be fucked for my dearest David's pleasure! Smiling at me devilishly he pulled away a bit and grabbed my left thigh and put it over his shoulder. Still in me, he ran a hand over my lifted leg from the calf till the thigh and then touched the place we were joined. Slowly he moved in me with his hand still there, caressing and teasing my lips. I watched his face contort and his eyes burn into mine. Wanting to tease him I ran my hands over my breasts that were bouncing and dancing to the rhythm of the fuck dance. He watched me pinch and squeeze the fat little nipples and a hiss escaped from his lips. Pushing my leg back down he flipped me over and entered me doggie style. Again finding my clit with his fingers he began to play with it as his cock rammed in and out of me. Pleasure drove me to pant like the submissive little bitch I am and I came again and again. At last he roared and came one last time, arching and groaning. Gradually he relaxed until he could roll on to his side. After a minute the raggedness left his breathing and he rolled again away from me, swatted my butt playfully and lay back on the pillow with his arms behind his head, grinning like a Cheshire cat. I sat up and watched him for a minute, gently rubbing his chest in appreciation, then went and fetched the last of the wine. No words needed to be said; when it was finished he knew it was time to go. I lay and watched him dress – feeling wonderful in the afterglow. He kissed me warmly and left (not for the last time I hoped). I drowsed in the half dark for perhaps 45 minutes before getting up, putting my panties on and straightening my stockings (damn – a run!) and keeping my rendezvous with my darling David, who I knew would want to hear every tiny delicious detail. As I finished the story I realized I had lifted my legs up on to the computer hutch and spread them as I had been talking. My panties were down around my ankles and the cam was focused on my fingers that had been circling around my swollen cunt lips and dipping in and out as I had shared every wonderful word and image. I could hear David's breathing becoming more and more hoarse, then his groaning as I heard him explode with ecstasy. A moment later I did too, for the second time tonight – writhing as the waves of pleasure passed over me. Then I leaned back languidly, wreathed in the warmth and happiness of a shared long distance love that will last forever. The Dinner Date We go out for dinner. This particular restaurant has got sofas, instead of the customary chairs. As we are led to our seats, you decide to sit next to me instead of on the opposite end of the table. As we sit next to each other we are hidden by the table cloth and the deep seats. We order our drinks and while away the time in catching up. I am wearing a skirt and deep neck top. The drinks arrive and as we toast each other I feel your hand on my thigh. As I look around in case somebody is watching you pull my legs apart. My skirt rides up and you push it up further. I am not wearing any panties. Your hand starts playing with me. The other is holding the drink. Since I am not used to alcohol the drink combined with what you are doing has my head spinning. You order a second round and then continue playing with me. As the waiter leaves you drop a fork and ask me to pick it up. I bend down and you choose that moment to slide your finger in me. I am bent down in a restaurant where we can be discovered any moment, my face less than an inch away from your crotch. You now have two fingers inside me your thumb massaging my clit. I am biting my lips to keep from moaning. Bent in that position I try to unzip your pants but you swat my hand away. Instead you slide your hand in my shirt and start pinching my nipples twisting them and pulling them. You then notice the waiter arriving with our order. I straighten up but you do not withdraw your fingers till I look at you pleadingly. You make me suck each of your fingers and then wipe your hand on my skirt. We have the rest of the meal as though nothing had happened. As we are leaving you notice a wet patch on my skirt and move closer to me so as to cover it. I look at you gratefully and try to thank you. You tell me to save it as you still hadn't been able to get off. We drive away. As the car pulls out of the parking lot you ask me to get rid of my skirt. I sit in the car naked from waist down. You drive till we reach a lonely road. You pull to a side till the car is not visible from the road at all and stop. We get out of the car. As I get down, You come to my side and pull my top over my head. I am standing naked in front of you while you are fully clothed. You bear down slightly on my shoulders I understand what you want and kneel in front of you. I unzip your pants and softly pull them down and then your briefs. There we are parked by the side of the road me fully naked you from waist down. I slowly take your erect cock in my mouth. But you are done with being gentle by now you have been waiting for a long time for this release. You pull my head towards you holding me in place with my hair. You thrust yourself fully in my mouth till you are all the way in. We are on the road you are facefucking me now in earnest. With each thrust you seem to grow bigger and longer going deeper in me. Just when I think I can't take you anymore you pull out. You still have your hands in my hair. You drag me by my hair to the car you push me on the hood. I yelp as I feel the hot steel against my back. You push me back I am lying on the bonnet and then you pull my legs apart at the same time pulling them over your shoulders, you place your cockhead against my dripping cunt. You bend over to take a nipple in your mouth and hold my hands above my head thus keeping me trapped and then enter me forcefully in a single stroke biting hard on my nipple. I scream the pleasure and the pain mix together as you start fucking me hard. I can feel you cumming inside me filling me up. and then relaxing. You pull out and light a cigarette I continue lying there totally spent. You walk over to where you had thrown my shirt. You use it to wipe your dick clean and then use my skirt to wipe the car and then my legs. I smile at you as you throw my now stained clothes in the back seat of the car. You pull me into a hug and start fondling my butt. I rest my head against you feeling warm and tingly. I clench my hips together as I feel part of our juices trailing down my leg. We drive down to my apartment complex, with me sitting naked in front with you. All through the drive you continue to play with my nipples and cunt. We stop twice on the way - once so I can suck you off, and then for one more quick fuck. As we reach the block where I stay I look pleadingly at you but you ignore me, I sigh as I realize that this what you had in mind all along. You want me to show everyone how completely you own me. I want to speak but then I remember you had asked me not to utter a single word till you gave me permission. I alight from the car and start to close the door. You throw an old grease stained shirt at me. It has no buttons and barely covers my ass, but it is better than nothing. What are you doing tomorrow night you ask me casually as I stand framed by the lights of the doorway, the shirt doing little to cover me. "Nothing" I say, hope lighting up my eyes, I can already feel my pussy getting wet at the thought of being used by you once again. You say its a date then. I can't wait to discover what you have in store for me next. The Dinner Date You just left work. You are driving to my place where I'm cooking dinner for the two of us. You think to call but then decide that you want to surprise me. You pull up, park, sneak in the front door and quietly walk to the kitchen. I started on dinner right when I got home so I'm still in my scrubs. I'm standing at the stove stirring the food in a skillet. Absentmindedly I hum a little tune, unaware that I'm being watched. I glance up at the microwave to check the time, wondering where you are. Then you come up behind me and wrap your arms around my waist. My hair is up, leaving my neck exposed, and you start to nuzzle my neck. You softly kiss the delicate skin there and touch it with your tongue. I tip my head to the side and smile as I continue to stir the food as it simmers. You reach your left hand up and start to knead my tit. I lean into you a little and tip my head back, moaning just slightly. Your other hand starts to undo the ties of my scrub pants and slides down inside my underwear. I widen my legs to allow your finger better access and moan just a little louder as you slip one finger in and slide it up and down my wet pussy. My hand holding the spatula hovers over the skillet, not paying attention now to the food inside, while my other one covers your hand at my breast and moves with it as it pinches then soothes my nipple. I start to breathe heavily as your finger begins to slip over and around my swollen clit. You start to nibble my neck as your finger slides up inside my warm, wet pussy. I push my ass back to rub up against your hard cock. You bring your finger up to my mouth as I turn around to face you. I taste the saltiness of me off of your finger and smile up at you. I start to stalk you into the dining room, a gotcha smile on my lips. I walk you right up to a chair and smile wider as you plop into it. I kneel down and start to unbutton your jeans. I slide your hard cock out and start to lick it, making sure to swirl my tongue along the head. I suck at the base of your cock, my thumb massaging at that sensitive part right below the head. I lick up the shaft again till I get to the head then I sink my hot mouth right on it. I skim my mouth up and down your cock, getting it so fucking hard, as one hand massages your balls through your pants. You grip my head with both hands and start to move it up and down, getting a nice rhythm. I gag a little bit as the head tickles the back of my throat and I can hear you moan. I grab your hands and take them off my head as I start to stand up. I slide my pants and underwear off and move to straddle you in the chair. I grab your cock with my hand and bring it right up to the lips of my pussy. I smile at you and watch your face as I slowly, so very slowly, guide your cock partially inside. I lean back and start to rotate my hips. The head of your cock slips in and out of my wet pussy. I move my hand down to rub my clit, my eyes glazing over as I bring myself close to the edge. You growl in frustration as only your head continues to slip in and out of me. I look at you, smile and take my finger off my clit. I sit up till your head is just barely inside. You try to push your hips up but I slip you out and push my pussy down on you to stop, smiling and shaking my head at you. You groan in aggravation as you feel my wet pussy gliding over your cock. I sit up and wrap my hand around your cock again. I guide the head to my wet lips, trace the lips up and down for a second. I rub the head against my swollen clit, making me moan. I slide the head to my opening, and slip it inside. I watch your eyes close and your breath catch as I gently sit down so you are fully inside me. I glide back up till you are almost out and see your eyes open up and you moan a little louder. I pick up the tempo, close my eyes, grab my bottom lip with my teeth and moan. Suddenly you grab my hips and start thrusting deep inside of me. I open my eyes and start to kiss you. I wrap my hands around your head as we move faster and faster. One hand continues to grip your head while the other travels down to work my clit. I can feel you begin to tense up as you get close to cumming. I break our lips apart and lean back, one hand gripping the chair behind you and the other still working my clit. Your mouth latches onto my nipple and you begin to suck. I start moaning over and over, louder and louder. Within moments I can feel myself start to clench in anticipation. Then I'm cumming. I shout out as my orgasm overtakes me. Your head snaps up and your hips push up. You shout out, push my hips down and cum. We start to slow down, almost lazily thrusting. I lean back as you slump into the chair as we stop. And that is when we smell the burning food. We look at each other and start laughing. The Dinner Date I was waiting to see you first. The anticipation of meeting you out always makes me antsy, so I do my best to get there first, to collect myself, to give myself a chance to catch you unawares. I stop a block away from the restaurant. Across the street from the way you should be coming. This part of town isn't busy in the evening, and I find a spot near the door of an office building., closed for the day. The cleaners inside pay me no attention as I lean against one of the grey concrete pillars dividing the plate glass floor to ceiling windows. I hope its inconspicuous enough to let me see you before you see me, and my mind wanders as to what you might be wearing for me today. Its not long before I see you coming to the corner, and as always I take a second to admire you. You've dressed for me and the spring weather. Its early evening and the flowery sundress you are wearing brings color to the sad city streets, like a small burst of spring in the concrete jungle. Your hair is parted and braided down the middle, pigtailed in a way that shows off your beautiful locks, and yet providing me access to your neck; you always know how to get to me. I peel of the wall and kick up behind you, noticing that your dress comes to your knees where you leave just a tease of you legs down to a simple pair of shoes. Your distracting me now and I am afraid you might soon know I am almost on you, even though your determined pace is carrying you quickly to our dinner destination. Then I smell you. I am so intoxicated now that I have to know if your wearing panties before we get there. I close the last 15 feet to you quickly, reaching around you and pushing you into the darkened doorway of a closed used book shop. You know its me immediately, and I push you into the wood and glass door, kissing you hard and deep. I wrap my hands around your waist as you wrap yours over my shoulders and kiss me back. After a minute or two we break away smiling like school kids, every moment with you feels like a fresh new love. I reach up and take one of your hands; steeping back, I spin you around to get the full effect of your dress. Your full breasts present themselves, flower covered, and perfectly luscious, only showing a little cleavage, you know any is enough to set me off. The thin straps show off your shoulders and neck and your dress flares up as you spin. The sight of your soft skin, and the curiosity of what is under your dress overwhelm me again. Stopping the spin as your facing the door I pull you close, with my left hand I start massaging your breasts through the thin material of your dress. I brush your pigtails to the front, giving me access to nibble and kiss you shoulders. My right hand takes its time wandering down your stomach and over your hips. You push your crotch toward my hand but I move it farther away from where you want it. I massage your ass and hips, then down your thigh and under the dress. Working back up your thigh under the dress, spending time just touching you soft smooth skin, nibbling your neck and massaging your wonderful breasts, the nipples already starting to harden. I do find panties on you, bikini style by the feel of them. They are soft and silky as I caress you through them, rubbing your slit, not trying to go inside, just massaging your lips. I press you against the hard on I've had since I first smelled you, forcing it between your ass cheeks, and use the hand on your crotch to grind it into you. Feeling you swell under me, I start teasing your clit though the silky material of you panties. Your heads half turned toward me and resting on my crest and I can hear your heavy breathing, in rhythm with my rubbing, and once is awhile my name escapes as a soft moan. I never told you if I wanted you to wear panties for tonight, but I decide right there I didn't want you to, and that I was happy you had. Grabbing your panties by the front, I rip them off of you in one smooth motion, down and under the dress, tossing them behind me out into the street. Coming back with my hand I slip 2 fingers in you, cupping your clit to gently massage it as I slowly work my fingers in and out of you. Your so wet that I slip right in, no resistance, and you gasp as I fill you up. I feel you getting close after a few minutes and I pull away, leaving you hanging. I don't want either of us to get away that easily tonight. You look at me in a disappointed way, questioning, but no words are needed as I grin at you and unzipper my pants. You react quickly and hungrily, squatting down and reaching for my crotch. I grab your hands before the get close, and butting both of your small sensual hands in one of mine, dwarfing them I stretch them above you pressing them against the glass door. I look down at the way your raised arms raise your breasts, shifting the line of sight and the way the dress hangs, giving me a fantastic view of you. Your look back at me, eyes hungry and patient, knowing for both of us that you prefer to let me lead. With my free hand I fish out my cock, and your dive hungrily toward it. Capturing it in your mouth I let you work your tongue for a few seconds and then I push you off of me. You get that I just want to be teased, as you always know how to please me. I slowly side it back into your mouth rubbing the bottom on your tongue, letting my whole length into your mouth, till my head is resting on your throat and your lips massage the base. I squeeze my ass, pumping even more blood into my cock, swelling it and felling the head press into you throat, and then I pull it out slowly, dragging the bottom across your tongue and lips, enjoying the slight drag of your teeth along its length. After 4 or 5 slow strokes I cant take it anymore and have to stop now or go all the way. This time I pull it completely out of your mouth, your suction driving me wild. Pulling you back to your feet by the hands above your head I keep you stretched up tall, and I kiss you hard, out tongues passionately dancing, tasting the saltiness in your moth and knowing its me is amazing. As we break of we both smile and giggle, resting against each other to catch our breath and gather ourselves, we return to the first embrace we had, my hands around your waist and your arms around my neck, our heads close together your smell and the sound of your breathing bringing me back to reality. I take your hand and lead you out of the nook we just performed in. back on the street the restaurant is only a couple of storefronts away, and hand in hand we stroll toward it. We make small talk about our days, refusing to mention what just happened or the electric charge of sex that even holding hands is sending through us. We know that for the moment, we both are gathering ourselves. The restaurant is a small cozy Italian place. We come here because of the quiet dim personal atmosphere, and the fact that in the back or the dining room were small intimate booths, where we could sit side by side, and yet still stare into each others eyes as we ate. You lean against me a soon as we work into the booth, your hand grasps my thigh and you eyes are hungry again, but not for what is on the menu. I am hungry though, and with all the self control I have I take your hand in mine, kissing your fingers softly, and say, "Later baby, food now." You look slightly crest fallen, but pick up the menu and start perusing. Leaning close against me, we chit chat about the food, both of us trying or best to slip in all the slight references of earlier that we can. The waiter takes our orders and we continue to cuddle and make overt sexual reference in hushed tones. The dark separated setting and the ability to believe all the light came from the few flicker flames in the sconces set around the booth, set us up, and we were startled when the food arrived. Peeling away from each other we eat the food, its tastes lost in the delicious company of each other. I pull you back in close as the dishes are taken away and reach between your legs, brushing the dress aside and start massaging. Were pretty wound down so I am starting lightly, teasingly as best I can while telling you the dirty things I am going to do to you later, the waiter comes back for our desert order and I don't stop massaging your sopping pussy, we hide it well enough as I order a brownie sundae for us to share. He takes our order and leave us alone. Knowing we should have close to 10 minutes I trust my fingers into you again, and as you gasp in surprise I whisper, "Cum before deserts gets here for a present, fail and there is a punishment." I start to work your gspot hard, its all you can do to hold on to my forearm as I finger fuck you hard an well, but I slow down as you get close, holding back, you try humping my hand back, but I can pick you up with that one had and you cant with the match with it, you try to push it away to finish yourself, but you cant dislodge it. After 10 minutes of wrestling my arm for your orgasm the waiter comes from the back, our desert in hand and you look me in the eyes. Your scared, I don't want you to win this one, and you know it. Desperately you try to at least gather yourself, but when the waiter is 10 feet away I start fucking you with everything I hang, your are lost in the ecstasy when he gets to the table, eyes rolled back in you head and grasping my arm for dear life, not know if you could hold back even if you tried. The waiter gives you a look and blushes but you don't even see it, I wave him off for now and he sets the desert down and rushes off, I'll be sure to tip him well. But I give you everything I can. You lose it, I can feel you convulse against me and your nails digging into my arm, I will probably have marks for a few days, but this moment is worth it. It's a good few minutes before you recover, and I am back to massaging your pussy lips and clitoris. You don't let my arm go though as pull it out from under your dress and suck yourself off of me. You make my blood boil for a moment and you love every second of it. You wrap my arm around you and snuggle in close. "You so bad." you tell me. I pull you tight and reply "you the one whos got a punishment later. I couldn't have been That bad." You giggle in you post orgasm glow, and we take out time easting the warm brownie and home made vanilla ice cream. Were both glowing as we exit the restaurant, still hand in hand, but your managed to keep both your hands on the arm I used on you as much as possible ever since. The car is two blocks away and we giggle and laugh like little kids as we walk back to it, spending as much time blushing as we do giving sharp glances to one another. We turn down the small street where the car is and I see were all alone again. As we get to the car I stop you. "You were a bad girl tonight it time for your punishment." and before you can even consider questioning I bend you over the hood of the car, pressing your breasts to the cool medal and lifting you skirt up exposing your bare ass. "But Daddy, " you cry, not really trying to get out of it, just playing along. "Take what you earned baby," is my only reply as I deliver the first firm smack squarely on your left ass cheek. You do me proud as you take 5 spankings on each cheek, leaving them a glowing red , warm and sore, and hot. I lose myself then, pulling out the raging hard on I got spanking you and placing it at your vagina, still pressing you face down on the hood for the car. I cant see you as I enter you, but I feel your body melt, we've both needed this for hours, and we give into to out urges. I give you everything I have but its not enough, I want to see your face, I need to see your eyes when I finish. I pull out and flip you over, pulling you to me and reentering the soft wet hole I was made for. I lose myself in you, and seem to find myself in the dark fire of your eyes. I don't know how log we stay that way before we cum together, it might have been 2 minutes, it could have been an hour. But we finish locked into each other, eye to eye body to body, gripping each other like we are the past people on earth. After a minute we smile at each other shyly, and separate. I open the car door for you and you get in. Closing the door, I go around and get into the car ad we drive off. We don't talk the whole ride home, we just listen to music, your hand on my leg. Nothing needs to be said. Fini The Dinner Date Susan was getting ready for the dinner date, She stood in front of her mirror holding outfit after outfit in front of herself. A wardrobe full of clothing and still she didn't have a thing to wear. "Men have it easy," she said to herself, "white shirt, dark jacket and grab a tie that looks clean." She giggled as yet another frock was added to the growing pile on the bed. She really wanted to make a good impression. She thought back to last Monday, when she had first clapped eyes on Jonathan, the new accounts manager. Tall and handsome with a cheeky glint in his blue eyes. His voice made her melt, deep and brown. And charming! She had never met anyone with so much charisma in her life. She had spoken to Dave, a long time friend who knew Jonathan fairly well. She had convinced him to arrange a dinner date with Jonathan and he had agreed to help her out. She stopped looking at her 38-24-36 figure in lacy black underwear reflected in the mirror for a moment and thought about Dave. They had been friends since school and had both joined the company at approximately the same time. She knew Dave held a candle for her, but she saw him as a friend, nothing more. He was willing to do anything for her and she had taken advantage of that to use him to get to know Jonathan. In fact, she had taken advantage of his easy going nature several times in the past and he had accepted it all without complaint. She used him as a taxi service, he helped her with decorating when she had moved into her flat, on the occasion when they had gone out in a group and she had drunk too much, it was Dave who made sure she got home okay. She remembered how embarrassed she had been over that, especially when she thought about how she had been sick in his car. She had paid to have the upholstery cleaned and cooked a meal for him by way of apology. A romantic evening had followed, but when the moment felt right and he was just about to kiss her, she had giggled. He was her friend and she had difficulty seeing him as a romantic liaison, it just felt too weird. Susan sighed, she knew that she had hurt him that night, but she just couldn't help the way she felt. She wanted to apologise, but she didn't know how. And then she had seen Jonathan. All thoughts of Dave were driven from her mind as she felt an instant and powerful attraction toward the new arrival. It did not occur to her to think how she might have hurt Dave's feelings. Again. And asked him to make the introductions. And he had done so, he had arranged for a foursome, himself and one of the typists, whom Susan didn't know, and Jonathan and her. At first she had not been keen on the idea of a double-date, but then she decided that perhaps Dave had been right. After all, if things didn't turn out, she would at least have a lift home. She finally selected a long flowing frock with a design of classic simplicity. An artful touch here and there with make up and hair and there she was. "You are gorgeous," she said to her reflection, "Jonathan will not be able to resist you." What stared back was the essence of class and style, beautiful and sexy. Susan was well pleased with the effect. The restaurant was quite busy when she arrived and she saw Dave and Jonathan sat at one of the tables. She removed her coat and walked over, she used every trick she knew to make herself look as attractive as possible. Carefully adding just the right amount of swish, not too much and not too little. She wet her lips slightly and breathed a sexy thank you to Jonathan as he helped her into her seat. A moment later another woman appeared at table. She was an over painted buxom blonde with too much hairspray and too much cleavage on show. She sat down, "Dave's date," thought Susan, "He must be able to do better than that." As the evening progressed and the wine flowed, Jonathan and the blonde, Jackie had a great time. They chatted like old friends, virtually ignoring the their supposed partners for the evening. Susan was livid, she had been hoping to impress Jonathan with her cool wit and classy good looks and manners, but she had been unable to get a word past Jackie's screeching falsetto that was interspersed with a high pitched laugh whenever Jonathan came out with a witty response or complemented her. The voice on it's own, she could handle, but that laugh really set Susan's teeth on edge. Dave did not say much; he was quite embarrassed by Jonathan and Jackie's behaviour. He knew that Susan really wanted the night to be a success and his date was spoiling it. Finally Jackie pushed her chair back and said loudly, "'Scuse me, I need a wee," and flounced off to the toilets. Finally! Susan leaned close to Jonathan and breathed, "So, why don't you tell me about yourself?" But she was to be disappointed. "Sorry, I need to take a little break too, excuse me," and Jonathan too went to use the facilities. Susan was beside herself, "What did you bring her for?" she demanded of Dave, "She's ruining it for me!" Dave met her angry stare and answered, "Sorry Suse, she was the best I could do at the last minute. Anyway, how was I to know he went for women like her?" She hissed, I thought you knew him. Oh forget it, look when they come back, you find an excuse to take her somewhere else and then I'll have a chance with Jonathan. You can manage that can't you?" As soon as she said that, she saw a look of hurt in his eyes. But she ignored it, she was too angry. 'I'm just nipping to the loo, think of something to get those two apart. Okay?" Without waiting for an answer she too, left the table and made her way to the toilets. As she entered the toilets, she could hear strange sounds coming from one of the cubicles. It sounded like Jonathan. She crept into the cubicle next to it and carefully and quietly stood on the toilet to look over the top of the partition. Susan was shocked to see Jonathan with his trousers around his ankles and Jackie kneeling before him. Susan couldn't believe her eyes, Jackie was expertly sucking the length of Jonathan's 6 inch cock and easily deep-throating him, she had released the front of her dress and her massive tits were pulled up and out of her filmy bra. She was rubbing them and tweaking her nipples as she frantically moved her head back an forth along his slick meat. As she was working away, her eyes happened to look up and see Susan looking back over the top of the partition. She never stopped moving, but Susan could see Jackie's tongue go into overdrive as she lashed it all over Jonathan's stiff prick. Suddenly he shuddered and moaned and his cock began to twitch as he released his load of sticky white cum into Jackie's throat. She swallowed every drop, all the time staring at Susan with a distinct expression of triumph. She moaned as she licked up the excess fluid from her lips and washed Jonathan's still stiff prick with her tongue. Susan was disgusted and she had seen enough, she hastily retreated back to the table. The look on her face told Dave that something was up and he was just as shocked as Susan, when she told him what she had seen. He knocked back his drink and said. "Come on, let's go home." Dave paid for Susan's and his own meal and they left the restaurant. As they were driving back to Susan's flat, Dave said, "I really am sorry about all this Suse. If I'd known what she was like I wouldn't have brought her." Susan remained silent. She was thinking. About everything. The sight of Jonathan and Jackie in the toilets. The way she had hurt and insulted Dave, after everything he had done for her over the years, she had hurt him. And he still paid for her meal and drove her home. She was not very happy at the moment. He was apologising to her when she knew that she should be apologising to him. They arrived at her flat and Susan said. "Come on in, I have some nice red wine. We can drown our sorrows together." "I'm driving." Dave reminded her. "Oh come on, come and share a bottle with me. You can stay in the spare bed, you have before." He smiled, "I suppose I'll have to now, you silver tongued devil." Once they were back on Susan's sofa and she had poured them each a healthy glass of wine, she kicked off her high-heeled shoes and leaned back. Her feet ached and she groaned as she stretched her toes. Dave took a sip of his wine and said, "Fancy a foot rub?" She grinned and placed her foot in his lap for him to massage it. Once he had placed his glass carefully on the floor he went to work. She closed her eyes as his strong hands worked some life back into her toes. Susan moaned and said, "That feels so good. I don't deserve a friend like you." David said nothing; he just continued to work on her foot. After five minutes, she replaced the foot in his lap with the other and waited for him to start on that one. Again, as his strong hands worked their magic, she melted back. As she relaxed, Susan thought about what she had just said. She was right, she didn't deserve him. But here he was. And as usual he was giving whilst she took. "Right," she thought, "Time to change that." She took her foot away and said, "Take your shirt off." "What?" "Take your shirt off. You did me, now I'll do you." Somewhat reluctantly, Dave removed his shirt while Susan threw some cushions on the floor, "Lie down on your front," she said and I'll show you a proper massage." She looked up at him just as his torso came into view. She goggled. She had never realised what an attractive physique lie had. But then she had never seen him like this before. She watched the play of his muscles under his skin as he lay down on the cushions. She wished that she had thought of this sooner. Susan sat astride him and began to work up and down his back in long even strokes, paying particular attention to his broad shoulders. He groaned as her fingers worked through his knotted muscles. He could feel the tension oozing away. As she worked, Susan's mind wandered over the events, not just of tonight, but also of the last few months. She had never realised what she had. All this time. Right under her nose. But now she did. Susan eased herself from Dave's back and said, "Right, turn over, I'll do the front now." Dave's face turned bright red and he answered, "Perhaps. I should just lay like this for a while." "Don't be silly, just turn over. If I'm gonna do this, I'm gonna do it properly." Reluctantly, Dave moved round on to his back and Susan sat back down and immediately discovered the source of Dave's embarrassment. She stared down at him wide eyed. He was blushing furiously and looked almost scared, "I'm sorry Suse. I couldn't help it." "No. Don't be sorry. Actually, I'm quite flattered." Susan leaned forward and holding his face in her hands, kissed him lightly. Nonplussed, he asked, "Why did you do that?" "Because this evening, my eyes were opened." She kissed him again, she liked the taste. Dave, still confused said, "Last time we kissed, you burst out laughing. Why not now?" Susan, gently chucked him under the chin with her knuckle, looked straight into his eyes and murmured, "Maybe, because it isn't funny this time." And then, for the first time, the two friends kissed properly. Once they had disengaged, Susan stood up and pulling Dave to his feet led him to her bedroom. The door closed behind them. Susan sat down on her bed and pulled Dave down next to her. Gently, she put her arms around him and placed her lips against his. The kiss started chaste and soft, but soon their mouths opened slightly and each pushed their tongue against the other. Dave let his hands rest on Susan's hips, before sliding them slowly, almost nervously up her torso towards her firm breasts. He cupped her tits and brushed the front with his thumbs. He could feel her nipples hardening through the material. Susan was not lazy herself, he hands began to stroke up and down Dave's back, before one of them slipped around the front and into his lap. She stroked his thigh, moving higher and higher with each stroke until she finally came to rest on the bulge in the front of his trousers. They disengaged from the kiss and Susan said, "I think these clothes are in the way. Don't you?" She made him stand up in front of her and rubbed her cool fingers up and down his chest, delighting in the way she shivered slightly as she touched him. His eyes were closed and he felt her hands drop to his belt, undoing it and then his trousers. She grasped his trousers and underpants and pushed them down his legs. She gasped in surprise as his thick cock appeared in front of her, it was about seven and a half inches and very thick. It was also as hard as a bar of steel. She took his prick in her left hand and slowly worked it back and forth, wanking him off as she fondled his large balls with her right. Dave took a deep breath as the sensations flowed from his prick ands spread their warmth throughout his whole groin area. Sensing he was about to blow his load, he gently placed his hand on top of hers and stopped her moving. He smiled down at Susan, "Not yet." He knelt down in front of Susan and placed his hands on her hips. He slid them around her back and fiddled briefly until he found the top of her zip. Slowly he eased it open and allowed her dress to fall from her shoulders and gather around her slim waist. Dave leaned back slightly so he could look at her. Susan's breasts were firm and round and he could clearly see her aroused nipples poking through the lacy black bra. He reached behind her again, this time to release the bra catch and gently pull it from her body. As he drew his hands back to the front, his thumbnails scratched lightly across Susan's warm flesh and she stiffened slightly and moaned. Her face was flushed and her breathing started to become a little shallow. Once Dave had removed her bra completely, he leaned back into her and kissed her firmly, his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth. She returned the passionate kiss and groaned when she felt his strong hands begin to knead her aching tits. He kissed her chin and then her throat, he planted feathery kisses down her breast bone and then moved his lips sideways, until he came to one of Susan's coral coloured nipples. He lashed it with his tongue and nibbled gently with his teeth until Susan thought she would burst with excitement. His other hand continued to fondle her other breast and Susan wrapped his head in her arms and threw her own head back as she felt the waves of pleasure radiate from her nipples and warm her tits. Suddenly, Dave released her tit flesh from his exploring mouth and carefully pushed Susan back so she was lying across the bed. He pulled her dress down her legs and threw it to the floor beside him. Then he took her foot in his hands and began to kiss it, slowly moving his mouth up her ankle, her shin, he knee and finally her lower thigh. Then he stopped and did the same with her other leg. Susan was aching for him to slide her knickers off and fuck her, but Dave had other ideas. He did indeed take a hold of her black panties and as Susan raised her behind of the bed, slid them down and off. Then he started working his way up her legs again, the feather light kisses and caresses were sending Susan wild with desire. She had never been this turned on before. Truth to tell, Susan did not have that much sexual experience and what she did have was nothing like the loving adoration she was receiving right now. She played with her nipples, harder than they had ever been, almost painful in their arousal and her pussy had never been wetter. She knew that Dave was going to go down on her, something she had never experienced, but she had heard from friends just how good it could be. She couldn't wait. She was shivering in anticipation. Dave could feel Susan's intense arousal as his mouth moved nearer and nearer to her sopping vagina. He could smell her sweet scent and he wanted to plant his mouth on it. He stuck out his tongue and slowly licked from her inner thigh up, closer... closer... until finally his tongue met her soaking slit. He licked up and down, carefully avoiding her clit, maddening strokes along her puffy lower lips before plunging it straight up her cunt. The effect was electric, Susan's eyes opened wide and she breathed in sharply. Oh my God! This was everything she had heard it would be. His soft tongue tickled her cunt and it felt like he was fucking her with his tongue. Her hands grasped his head and she tried to force his face further into her dripping pussy. But the best was yet to come. Dave withdrew his tongue from Susan and almost negligently flicked across the face of her swollen clitoris, "JESUS CHRIST!" she shouted, It was unbelievable. Cunt sucking had just reached a new level. "OH MY JESUS CHRIST!" was all she could say. Dave let his tongue and lips move back and forth across her clit in measured strokes, until he could feel Susan begin to buck her hips underneath him, hew knew she was about to cum, but he never changed his pace, he just kept flicking gently at the engorged organ of pleasure. Susan could barely stand it, she had never felt anything like this before. Her pussy felt like it was burning, like it would catch fire and still the pleasure came. It was building inside her, the warmth was growing, spreading through her body until she thought she would explode. And then she did. All she could do was gasp as the ecstasy filled her, "Oh my Jesus... Oh.. I've never felt... Oh Dave... Oh... Ooh... AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!" Her body twitched convulsively as she fought for control, her legs thrashed and she held her hands to her head as it shook from side to side. Her eyes were wide open and her mouth was stuck in a silent scream, until slowly she began to come down from the clouds and was once more able to speak. Breathing deeply, she looked down her body to where Dave was crouched between her thighs, grinning deeply. She gasped, "Oh Dave, you can do that again. Any time. I've never known anything like that. Oh Dave." He answered, "I will, but not yet. I have something else for you first." Still not quite compos mentis, Susan could only frown, "What?" He stood up and pointed to his massive erection that jutted out in front of him like a spear, "This." Susan's mouth began to water as she looked at his prick once again, the biggest she had ever seen in real life. Not like the dirty videos, she never thought that she would ever be able to manage one of those freakish monsters. But this one, this one she really wanted. She looked back up at him, her face a mask of desire. She spread her legs even wider as she lay before him and said, "Fuck me." Dave fell upon her like an avalanche, he prodded her groin once or twice, before locating her slimy opening and thrust his hard cock deep inside her. "Christ, you're so tight," he moaned. Susan couldn't speak, she had never felt so full and stretched before. It was a little painful, but Dave seemed to know instinctively that he should wait a moment, to let Susan get used to his prick, before he started moving. "Are you okay," he asked gently. "Oh God, yes," she replied, "Now fuck me good!" Dave began to thrust his cock in and out of Susan's soaking wet hole, he surrendered himself to the silky soft wetness of her cunt and allowed the sensations to crawl from his prick to the rest of his body. As he moved his stiff cock in and out, Susan began to moan in ecstasy. Ten, fifteen minutes, she didn't know how long they had been coupling for, It seemed like Dave could last for ever. She never wanted this to end. She thought his tongue was good, but oh my God, this was even better. She couldn't believe the new sensations her pussy was experiencing. She started thrusting her groin back at him as they fucked, their pubic bone met with a rhythmic slap, and each time she felt a stab of pleasure from her clitoris as they met. Each sensation was slightly stronger than the last, more powerful, more joyful. She was beginning to lose control again as the feelings she was experiencing from this wonderful man threatened to overwhelm her. She began to scream, "Oh God!... Fuck me!... You're killing me!... Please!... Please!... Oh my God!" The Dinner Date They began to move faster together, holding each other tightly and pressing their mouths firmly together, kissing, almost fighting with their tongues as their climax rapidly approached. Dave went into overdrive, slamming his hard cock into her battered pussy, he began to groan and Susan knew he was about to cum. She begged him, "Please... Not yet... I need to cum.... Oh Jesus!... I'm Cumming... I'm cumming... OH JESUS CHRIST!... I'M CUMMING!..." and then she couldn't say another word, all she could do was clench her teeth together as she felt Dave explode inside her and fill her boiling cunt with his sticky fluid. He screamed wordlessly as his cock throbbed and pulsed and sent gob after gob of his seed into her wonderful tight cunt. That was all she needed to send her over the edge once again. The pleasure flowed through her, it surrounded her. She couldn't move, she could barely breathe. Her cunt was white hot and her breasts were almost painful. If Susan had not experienced this herself, she could never have believed that it could be this good. As the young couple floated down from the heights of ecstasy and settled together in the plateau of loving warmth, Dave rolled off her and they snuggled together and held one another tightly. The intense emotions they had just experienced had exhausted them and slowly they sank into a deep sleep, secure in each other's arms. In the morning Susan awoke to the sound of Dave clattering about in her kitchenette. She remembered the last night. All night long he had put her needs first. Dave was the best lover she had ever had. Gentle when she wanted him to be, and not so gentle when she didn't. Also, she giggled recalling the sight of Jonathan in the restaurant toilet; Dave had no competition there either. She slid out of bed and slipped on her nightie. Not really a nightie, just a long t-shirt with Donald Duck on the front. She padded from the room and watched Dave from behind as he filled the kettle. "I certainly gave him a night to remember," she thought. And then she burst into tears. He placed the kettle on the stove and then hearing the crying behind him, Dave turned round and hurried over to Susan to give her a hug, but she shook him away. He was confused and asked, "What's the matter?" "I've done it again," she wailed. "What?" "I've been so selfish," Susan was sobbing now and did not resist this time when Dave enclosed her in his arms. "Selfish? What do you mean?" Susan pushed him away, she didn't want him to hold or comfort her. She didn't think she deserved it. "I used you last night, just like I've been using you since the day we met." Taken aback, Dave's arms flopped to his sides and his mouth worked silently. Finally he spoke, "Is that all I was? A stand-in? You couldn't have Jonathan, so you settled for me to scratch your itch." Susan stared into his face, her eyes wide, "Oh no! No, I didn't mean that," she grasped his hand in hers and kissed his finger tips before continuing, "I meant... Look, what I meant was, All these years, you've looked out for me. You've always been there when I needed you. And I always needed you, didn't I? And I always took you for granted as well. I'm so sorry Dave. I never meant to hurt you, but I always seemed to end up doing just that." She sniffled loudly and wiped her eyes on the sleeve of her nightie before continuing, "And at the restaurant last night I hurt you again, blaming you for spoiling the date, when I should have been blaming those two, or myself. When we got back here, you massaged my feet and it came to me, I could finally do something for you. A small thing, I just wanted to do something for you without thinking of myself, so I gave you a massage." Dave's face hardened, he pulled free, stepped away from Susan and looked out of the window, his hands resting on the draining board, "So last night was just a payment. Give the dog a bone and he'll go away wagging his tail until next time you want something. Is that what you wanted to say?" She reached for his hand where it lay and snatched it up again before Dave could pull it away. "No. I didn't mean that... I meant," Susan looked down, "I meant, I wanted to do something for you, just you not me. But it didn't work out that way and we went to bed." Susan back up at Dave and pulled his hand to her, cradling it between her breasts, "Last night was the most wonderful night I've ever spent with a man. You made we feel like a real woman. And I gave nothing back. All I did was revel in the feelings you gave me. The one thing! The one thing I wanted to be totally for you, and it was all for me again. I'm so ashamed and I'm so very, very sorry." She was crying again. Dave sagged and his hand came away from Susan. He looked at her where she stood. Bedraggled and forlorn, she could not meet his gaze, "Please don't hate me," she said quietly. He sighed, "Suse, you pillock. I don't hate you. I love you. If I didn't do you think I would put up with you like I do? I'm not blind to your faults. Yes, you can be selfish. But you show me someone who isn't sometimes. And last night, you didn't do all the taking you know. Everything we did gave me just as much pleasure as it did you. Believe me it did." He took her in his arms and kissed the top of her head and said fondly, "You're an idiot." A muffled voice from his chest said, "Did you mean that?" "What? That you're an idiot? Yes." "No, I mean about loving me?" After a heavy moment, he murmured, "Yes... I do." Susan looked up at him and a truth that had been staring her in the face had, at last got her attention. Her hand snaked between their two bodies to stroke his chin. Finally she said, "I love you too." The kettle whistled on the stove and Dave whispered thickly, "Come on let's have a cuppa, you must be parched after all that crying." Susan gave him a dirty grin and replied, "No, I've got a better idea." As Susan led him back into the bedroom, Dave made mental note to thank Jonathan, and to send some flowers to his wife, Jackie. The Dinner Date The soft light caused Karen's emerald earrings to gleam, her green eyes to sparkle, and her fine well tended hair to shine silver. The cutlery and the white table cloth, the crystal and the crockery all appeared unearthly, caught in that warm intimate light, and she, her tanned skin glowing, her risqué dress sparkling, and her elegant hands and fingers fiddling was the most beautiful of all. She certainly was a vision, thought David, Karen's son, as he picked at his entree with a small fork, unable to keep his eyes off his 60 year old mother, sitting across from him. David caught himself staring at his mother and stopped himself, ready to start the conversation again, before the persistent waiter came back. They had already awkwardly discussed his work schedule and then they had talked about his new apartment, conveniently located just minutes away from the restaurant. "He knows about this, you know," Karen stated, abruptly changing the subject, putting David on the spot. "You mean..." "Your father, he knows." "You mean about our dinner," David said, sitting up, his heart beginning to race. "Yes, our dinner date, don't you mean David; I mean this is what it is, isn't it David, a date?" "Well yes," David replied after an awkward moment, his heart still racing. "I mean, well I mean, ummm yes, yes it is." Karen smiled at her son's awkwardness and red face and then absent-mindedly sipped her champagne, leaving more lipstick stained on the glass. Finally she continued. "Anyway, I should say he suspects David. He's never sure of anything. He saw how I was dressed and he knows it's you I am meeting for dinner, so he must have his suspicions. He won't do anything, of course, he never does anything except fume and complain impotently. Your father is a completely spineless man." David unconsciously puffed his chest out and Karen laughed at him. David enjoyed it when his mother put his father down and Karen knew it. "I'm glad you finally accepted and came," David said gently, reaching out to take his mother's hand in his. "Yes," Karen began honestly, dropping all her usual pretence and signs of strength. "I was very close to knocking you back again David. This still feels a bit weird and wrong to me, but I know that you won't give up and I have to say I am flattered by the attention and I admire your courage. Believe it or not most men are intimidated by me, or else they hate me, or they're spineless, like your father." "I'm so glad you accepted mother, I really am," David said earnestly, squeezing his mother's hand. "Yes, I can see David. Tell me, what are you expecting to happen after this dinner, hmmm?" "Well, I was hoping we could take a walk through the park or we could stroll along the shoreline." "And then?" "Well, we could get some coffee or a glass of champagne," David spluttered, growing red faced again. "And then?' "Mother, I..." "Do you think we're going to end up in bed together? How do you think this so called date is going to end?" Karen asked her son pointedly. David realised his mother was looking at him for honesty and courage. "Yes," he said simply. "Yes, that's what's going to happen." Karen broke out into laughter; motioning to the passing waiter for more champagne. "Do you really think I'm going to do something like that David, with you of all people?" David pondered for a moment, lost in his mother's beauty again. Karen leant forward, the tops of her breasts exposed to his gaze. She picked at her entree. He was about to say something, but then the waiter rushed up, ready to serve them. Karen had to give her son some points for effort. He had spent all of his available money on this date by obtaining reservations at a superb restaurant. And he had dressed well and groomed himself. He had acted like a gentleman and been entirely honest with her. Karen knew she was a touch sex starved and sexually frustrated, having rendered her husband impotent with her constant criticism, but she wasn't sure she wanted to go down this road with David, no matter how good the dinner or his behaviour was. Of course, she should have had affairs, she reasoned. She had done that in the past, she could have even divorced David's father, but she seemed to be in some sort of rut, she figured and really couldn't be bothered getting out of it at the moment. She had to hand it to David though - he was a pervert and a sex addict, no doubt, but at least he was interesting. Karen became aware of his growing desire for his mommy a few years ago when one night a drunken David had told Karen that he loved her. The admission had caused Karen to laugh and laugh. But then, having blurted it out, David had followed it up with flowers, longing looks, an attentive ear and endless support over the next few years. Karen knew it - her son really did love her and her, surely one of the biggest bitches in the country. She was flattered and deep down she felt something for him, something others would have regarded as dark and unthinkable. Meanwhile back at dinner David and Karen's conversation became more formal as they ate. They spoke of her social engagements and his friends and future career aspirations. It almost felt like they were at her home, discussing the more mundane aspects of their lives. But then Karen picked up her spoon and gently ran the tip of her tongue along the edge, while looking at David and he gasped, grew red faced, his penis getting even harder. It had worked, the routine conversation was broken and David was lost in his mothers eyes again, struggling to sound intelligent and attractive. "Are you alright David, you look all flustered," she said, mockingly. "Stirrer," he returned, grinning. "That spoon has surely entered heaven." "You fool," she replied, breaking into laughter, but pleased by the stupid comment. The mood had changed. Karen leant forward, her attention on her son. David noted it and sat forward as well. His mother was grinning at him, her eyes inviting. "Keep playing your cards right David and maybe I will go to bed with you." David was on the verge of reaching for his mother, ready to kiss her, but Karen sat back. She smiled. "I'm ready to go for our walk now David." For a mad exhilarating moment Karen was tempted to just prick tease her son and teach him a lesson. She had done that sort of thing with desperate younger men before. Karen would flirt mercilessly, make all kinds of crude suggestions and promises and then leave them high and dry, alone with a large unsatisfied penis. She had also made a few guys cum in their pants with her antics. Karen couldn't help it - she was born to torment some males. But then a second later she felt like running for her life, screaming out that she wouldn't commit incest with David, if he were the last man on earth. Finally, she looked her son in the eye again and felt her heart melt. They were strolling through the park, 30 minutes later, walking hand in hand, along a lane, when Karen turned to him. "You must think I'm such a bitch, some times. I haven't been very kind to you and I've made so much fun of you." "No, I could never think of you as a bitch mom." "Oh god, don't call me that. Call me Karen please." "Okay Karen." "David, what are we going to do? This is such a crazy idea. Do you really want me to...?" Karen rushed out, stopping and letting go of her son's hand. "I know that's what everybody says, that it's crazy and wrong, but I...need you and I..." "God, what would your father say, if he knew?" "I don't care what he thinks Karen." David took his mother's hand in his and they walked on. David's apartment was a short walk away, at the end of the park. His goal felt close, tangible, growing more real by the moment. David needed his mother, he needed to take her clothes off and get inside her. Karen could sense his need and she was feeling the need to touch him growing within her as well. They turned down the last narrow lane before the park opened out into lawn and ended at a long line of road. A few couples strolled by in the dark, oblivious, looking strange as they passed under the lamplights. David turned to Karen, wanting to kiss her then and there. His mother stopped and faced him. "I don't think you know what you're doing David," she said, stroking his face with her hand. "We don't have to worry what others will think mother," he replied, taking Karen into his arms. "I think you would lead me to ruin David, the way you carry on, Karen said, looking into his eyes, a startled expression on her face, "are you going to kiss me?" "Yes mother," David said, leaning in. "David," Karen whispered, holding him off momentarily, her palms flat against his chest, staring at him. "Please don't resist anymore Karen," he said, pleasantly shocking his mother by the way he was talking to her, "C'mon." "But David, you're my...," Karen managed to get out before David pulled her closer and kissed his mother on the lips, drowning out her mild objections. She was caught in his spell and soon the two of them walked again, picking up their pace, crossing the park and then running across the road separating the park and David's apartment building. They were in the lift, breathless, flushed, looking at each other. David took his mother in his arms again and their lips met in a fierce open mouthed kiss. Their lips and tongues rolled and their hands and fingers searched for edges, pulling impatiently at clothing. And then the lift door was open and David was pulling Karen to his door. And then they were inside and the door was locked behind them. Karen had rarely had a man strip her so swiftly. She screeched with surprise at David's desire. The man's fingers unbuttoned, tore and unfastened and the beautiful dress slipped to the floor. And then the underwear went. Karen meanwhile was busy trying to get her sons clothes off. His pants went first and then his underwear. She grabbed David's penis. "There you bastard, I've got control..." Karen said before her son sealed her mouth with another kiss. Karen had gotten all his clothes off, and then David picked his mother up and carried her to the bedroom. He lay his mother back on his bed and climbed on. Karen wriggled and squirmed as her son parted her thighs with his hands. "You bastard David, what no foreplay," Karen hissed, grabbing her son's rock hard penis and positioning him as he mounted her. "No mom, no foreplay, I have to get inside you," David whined, pressing the tip of his dripping penis against Karen's pussy. "Such a pervert, I love it." David bore down and he felt his mother's body resist momentarily and then open and accept the large penis. She closed her eyes and groaned at him, her hands running up his sides as he impaled her, hitting rock bottom, inside his mother as deeply as he could be. David was so psychologically charged up that he almost lost control and ejaculated on the spot. After a deep sigh of satisfaction he focused and calmed down however. "Don't you dare David, don't be an asshole like your father, please," Karen hissed, not pleased at the idea that her son would blow it so soon after spending so long pursuing her. "Awww Karen, it's good." "Let me get on top darling." Karen placed her hands on his shoulders and forced him to get on his back, his head at the bottom of the bed. She climbed over him, David's penis still buried inside her body and began to wriggle back and forth and side to side, while making noises that sounded like absurd squeaks. "Awww gawd, you little bastard, awww gawd I can't believe I'm doing this, awww." David held his mother's hips, helping her to bounce up and down crudely, rising and crashing down on the big penis, driving it in up to the balls only to have it re-appear all shiny with Karen's fluid on it. Karen was groaning, hysterical, dropping all her pretentions, self-composure, her well aimed malice and looking like a mad and grinning fool as she bounced up and down, almost as she was stuck on her son's big penis and was unable to get off. David loved the way his mother looked. He loved staring at her tanned skin - her short silver hair, her blue eyes, her tiny mouth, and her breasts. "Don't you laugh at me you bastard," Karen exclaimed, her face aglow, almost laughing herself. David let out a soft moan and reached up and cupped his mother's breasts in his hands, rubbing his palms against the tips. Then he abruptly sat up, taking his mother into his arms, holding her tight, running his fingers through her hair, rolling his powerful hips to rub his penis inside her. "Okay, this was a good idea David," Karen said, catching her breath, her face against his chest. Then he laid his mother on her back swiftly, while she shrieked, all ready to dominate the sex and her. Strangely, Karen didn't aim one of her well worded arrows at her son or raise a complaint. Karen opened her legs wide and placed her hands on his shoulders and grew more intense. And David lifted himself up, the weight of his upper body supported on his out stretched arms. He looked down at his mother triumphantly while she grinned at him. "Yes, that's the way darling," Karen hissed up at him a few minutes later, encouraging her son to fuck her harder. "Ohhhhh mother," David enthused, thrusting his sensational feeling penis inside her again and again, maintaining a rhythm that emulated the workings of a piston, "I love fucking you, I love fucking you so much, ohhhhh mother." "Fuck me then son, fuck me," Karen said, ready to talk dirty as well. "I wish I could fuck you forever mother and never stop, never ever stop - awwww." "Yes, forever David, never stop fucking me." It was a beautiful scene for the voyeur and one couple caught the sound of it as it floated through the open window of David's apartment and out into the street below - an aristocratic 60 year old woman lay naked, her silver hair, patrician well lined features and her beautiful tanned body caught in the glow from the streetlight outside. She was cumming and letting her young lover know in her familiar raspy and whining voice, the words still more or less perfectly formed and pronounced even though she was shaking with orgasm. And her 35 year old lover, big bodied and usually under such a high degree of self-control was on top of her, his arms under her narrow shoulders, his face inches from hers moaning at her, kissing her mouth deeply, pushing his tongue inside. His broad hips rising and falling, rocking and rolling causing the older woman to gasp at the urgency and power of his body. David quickly picked his mother up and held her again, the two sitting up, her in his lap, the bloated oozing penis deep inside, ready to shoot. "Oh David, you're such a man." Karen said, exhausted. "Mother, please look at me," David said, his orgasm fast approaching. And that was how he came. Karen looked her son square in the eye, silent, her hand on his shoulder, refusing to break eye contact as he roared at her, bucking his hips and causing her breasts to shake, her body to rise and fall. He was shooting his semen inside his mother and they continued staring at each other. It was two weeks later and Karen was lying on her son's bed, the scene of so much recent incestuous sex between them. She was lying between his open legs, her fingers parting and vainly trying to smooth down his kinky pubic hair. "You're bad for me David, I do things with you that I shouldn't." "We haven't done that much mother." "Ha, you know that's not true," Karen said, looking down at her son's saliva covered cock, "It's been a long time since I've sucked a man's penis as much as I've sucked yours." "I wish you could suck it every second of everyday." "Shocking statement, that's what I mean David," Karen said, breaking into laughter. "Please Karen, please." Karen looked at her son's penis, then she took it in her hand and dropped her head and David sighed as she flicked at the underside of his knob with her tongue and then kissed the tip with a parted mouth. "Awww mother." Karen smiled and then her head dropped and dropped. The knob disappeared and then a large portion of the shaft ended up in her mouth as well, rubbing against her tongue, the knob pressing at the back of her throat, seeking to get in even further. Then Karen started sucking him with sweet sounding strokes, her head bobbing and her lips tight. David lay back on his bed, enjoying it. He loved the feeling of his sensitive dick in Karen's soft and warm mouth, her tongue playing havoc with the tingling head, the motion and twist of her head as she worked the upper part of his penis, while stroking the base with her slimy fist, before driving down again taking it in deep. "David, where is this going," Karen asked, suddenly stopping, "I mean I don't know about us?" "I am in love with you Karen, you know that. I want you to move in with me." "Really," she said brightly, pleased at the idea, stroking his penis by hand. "Yes, of course," David said, sighing with pleasure. Karen's head dropped again. She was sucking him vigorously, tickling his balls with her fingernails. "Ha, what a scandal it would cause - divorcing your father and collecting a fortune to go running off with you," Karen continued saying a few moments later, "of course nobody could ever know we were lovers." "Just do it, I can't handle not having you here all the time Karen." "Yes, yes indeed David, let me talk with our lawyer," Karen schemed, and then looking down at her son's raging edged cock asked "and now what should we do with this?" "I need to get back inside you mother." "My word," I never met a man more perverted, desperate and with less self-control," Karen said cheerfully, lying back on the bed and opening her legs for David to get access. David was so worked up. His mother had been sucking him for hours, punctuating the time with long periods where she let him rest and talked about all manner of things. By the time Karen lay back on the bed David's cock was fiery red, the knob almost purple, and his balls heavy and aching. The penis felt like a blunt instrument. Karen barely noticed the effect she had had on him. He quickly placed the tip against his mother's vagina and with Karen's urging bore down and the overly sensitive dick sank into the soft and warm heat. He looked down at her, his jaw dropping and his eyes wild and together they built an urgent rhythm. "Awwwww muuttthhhhaaaaa," he groaned, the pleasure radiating along his skin and coursing through his prick. Karen held him tight, aware of how stirred up he was. It turned her on and she felt the pleasure grow. It was hopeless though, David had exhausted all his self-control. He was there, long before Karen would reach orgasm. "Awwww! Awwww! Awwww!" Six months later Karen had moved in with David, creating the illusion of a socially acceptable relationship by maintaining a bedroom where she was supposed to sleep, but really sleeping with her son in his bedroom. Everything had turned out alright. The Dinner Date You wore that short, shiny metallic black dress--low cut and sleeveless--that drove me crazy, wanting to rip it off you and fuck you like an animal in heat before we left the house. I know you weren't wearing a bra or panties, as was my directions to you for this dinner date and later, sex play. Most nights, after long busy workdays, if we felt inclined to make love, or fuck, or both, it was your typical stuff. No complaints here, we came made each other cum. But on our maybe once or twice a month dinner dates, well, we planned something hot and special. This time it was my turn. The rules were simple: I was in control...anything goes. Any. Fucking. Thing. We managed to get to our favorite little dining spot downtown, an Asian-Mexican fusion joint with quiet dimly-lit booths mostly shielded from others. The waiter dropped off our menus and I ordered a bottle of wine. Then, as I met you sultry gaze from across the cozy niche, I reached into my coat pocket and retrieved one of three items I had smuggled inside: smallest of the three objects, and they came in a pair. Carefully, so the nearby diners or wait staff passing by, I slid the padded nipple clamps across the table to you. Smiling coyly, you picked them up, closing them in your hands as the waiter brought the wine. After he left and we savored that first deliciously dry sweet sip, I said, "Put those on, carefully, my dear." I loved your nipples. Touching them, with my fingers or lips or tongue or teeth, they were highly sensitive and almost always big and hard. Although the black dress didn't visibly show them braless, the clamps were small enough to not be noticeable. Plus, I knew wearing them would make you instantly wet. I could see that smoldering aroused look in your eyes as you glanced out of the booth and slipped one hand inside the top of your little black dress. You winced as you clamped one nipple. Moaned deeply, but quietly. Then, you put on the second clamp. You squirmed in your seat, flashed me a grin, licking your upper lip, and sipped more wine. "God, I'm wet already," you remarked. I grinned devilishly. "And we just started, my sexy babydoll." The waiter knew us from previous visits and didn't rush us to order entrees yet. We wanted to enjoy the wine for a while, light conversation , among other things, so he left us alone. I told you to come over to slide in beside me. Seeing the arousal in your eyes and the breathy, husky tone in your replies made my cock twinge, already half hard inside my dress pants. I leaned close, lightly kissing that spot below your ear and on the side of your neck that made you shiver. I whispered, "I'm going to give you the second object and I want you to slip it inside your pussy." You purred and nodded imperceptibly. From the same coat pocket I removed a small silvery egg shaped vibrator. It was slightly more oblong than round, and you took it. I pulled out the wireless remote, which was about the size of a credit card, but thicker. You slipped one hand between your parted thighs and uttered a small groan of pleasure when it brush over your clit. Then I switched it on, and kept the setting at Low. Your whole body tensed up for a few seconds, visibly trembling under the vibrations emanating and stimulating your wet pussy, making it wetter. You writhed slightly in your seat next to me. My cock grew hard and erect, tenting in my pants. "Try not to move," I said. "And don't touch yourself...yet." I adjusted the vibration on the wireless, remote-controlled vibe to Medium and you tensed up again and I smiled to myself. My cock ached at watching you fight against wanting to let go, to touch your clit or touch me, and when you looked at, snaking one hand to my bulging crotch to squeeze me, I let you. But I reminded you not to touch your pussy. It was the rules, part of the Game. "Reach into my right pants pocket," I told you as you grasped my hard cock through my pants. I could feel the dampness of precum. You flashed me a mischievous grin and raised an eyebrow, but did as you were told, being my good sexy babydoll. You retrieved the small rubber cockring, about the diameter of a half dollar. "Now unzip me and lube it with your my precum, and slip it on." And you did, pulling me out and deftly sliding the snug device onto my throbbing member. We'd used various sex toys before, including different types of cockrings, and this was my favorite. What I had in mind next was something I wanted to relish, and I didn't want to cum too quickly. Plus, it made my orgasm that much stronger and intense. I pulled out the third and final object from my coat pocket. I kept it hidden under the table, but you saw it and your eyes flared in unbridled lust. It was your favorite dildo, a life like molded version of my cock, about six inches fully erect, thick and threaded with veins, capped by a plum-sized head. "Take out the vibe and put it in your ass," I said. "And fuck yourself with my cock dildo. And be quiet, try not to be noticed." Oh fuck, mmmmm," you uttered in that breathy, smoky, sexy sultry voice that drove me wild with lust. And you slipped the vibe out with a barely audibly wet plop. Making sure no one passing by would notice, you lifted your ass off the booth's cushioned seat and pulled up the hem of your dress. I caught sight of your bare hips, ass, pussy and groaned deep in my throat. Reaching back with the vibe, you began to insert it into your ass. Since it was already liberally greased with your juices, it slipped in fairly easily. You closed your eyes, trembling in anticipation. I had switched it off before after you removed it from your pussy. My cock thrummed, fully erect and arching up out of my unzipped pants but out of view under the table. My left hand slowly stroked my thick, rigid shaft, smearing the copious clear slippery precum down along its length. I switched on the vibe. You visibly quaked, bit your lip. Moaned low and long, but muted. I reminded you to use my cock replica toy. You leaned back in your seat beside me, spreading your legs and pressed the bulbous head against your swollen wet labia and they parted easily, allowing it inside you. Gritting your teeth and closing your eyes momentarily, you pressed it in all the way. Groaned louder, uttering a gasp. I had increased the vibe's speed bit not quite to High. Not yet. "Fuck yourself, do it," I said firmly, but gasping a little as I stroked with my left, my right hand holding the remote. I watched you smoothly and expertly do so, attracting no attention, and I leaned in close and whispered to you as if we were having an intimate conversation. "I'm going to increase the vibe and I want you to cum," I said huskily. I had dropped the napkin in my lap. As I continued to pleasure my cock, my balls full and heavy with my impending load, I raised the vibration to High. You shuddered and stifled a sharp cry of ecstasy. I stiffened in my seat, slipped off the ring and covered my cock with the napkin as I came rather explosively into the white linen cloth. You trembled and quivered next to me, your own intense orgasms firing off one after another until it seemed endless. I lowered the vibe until I your body relaxed a bit and then turned it off. After a moment, I nodded and leaned in to kiss you, our tongues briefly darting, tasting. I told you to remove both toys. I wrapped them in the cum-dampened linen napkin, put it in my pocket. Smiling at you, sated as I'm sure you were, I raised my wine glass, and said, "Now that we've had our appetizers, how about we order dinner, my dear?"