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The Restaurant

By: Barnaby



"There you are, sir," said the hostess as she seated the well-dressed couple. "Your waiter will be with you shortly."

"Thank you," said the man. Turning toward his female companion, he asked, "So, Allison, I can't decide how I felt. Did you like the movie?"

"Oh, Roger, couldn't you tell I was loving it? It just made me feel so WARM all over, if you know what I mean."

"Really?" He asked rhetorically. "Personally, I was freezing in that theater. I know the sign outside said 'Air-conditioned inside' but they should turn it down a little, y'know? On top of that, they didn't have any popcorn and the damn picture really didn't live up to its reputation. I mean, that one silent shot of her just walking must have lasted five whole minutes. That is NOT art! I sure don't know why you insisted we sit through it twice!"

With a playful, naughty grin, Allison said, "I wouldn't complain if I were you, sweetheart. I always get so...HUNGRY when I see a picture like DEEP THROAT. Hehehehe!"

"So we had to come to one of the most expensive restaurants in town? You never heard of fast food?"

"That's not what I meant, lover" She began running her foot along his leg under the table." I was referring to..."

Just then, the waiter arrived. "Excuse me. My name is Robert. May I start you off with a cocktail?"

Laughing her dirtiest laugh, Allison stared at Roger and responded, "I'll take half of that and you can take the other half. Mmmmmmmm!"

Obliviously, Roger turned to Robert and said, "Well, I guess we'll SPLIT one vodka martini."

"Very good, sir."

"Allison, I don't know what's the matter with you this evening," he said shaking his head in confusion.

"There's nothing wrong with me that you can't cure, " she assured him as she rubbed his hands across the table with her long, supple fingers.

"Your vodka martini, sir," interrupted the waiter.

"Oh, thank you. Okay, Allison, I guess you can have the first half."

"Oh, Roger! I don't want the first half, you idiot! I want YOU!"

"Alright, alright! I'll have the first half." He took a big swig of the drink.

"Are you ready to order, sir?" inquired Robert.

"I guess so. Hmmmm. Honey, would you prefer meat or fish?"

Staring lustingly across the table, Allison licked her lips and said, "You know I've always preferred a nice, BIG, THICK, JUICY piece of...MEAT to a limp old fish!" With this the waiter choked audibly. Allison looked up into his eyes and winked.

Without taking his eyes away from the menu, he ordered, "Okay, then. Two steaks, medium rare, and don't...Hey! Hey, waiter! Robert or whatever your name was, are you listening to me?"

Robert snapped back to life and wiped the tiniest bit of drool from his open mouth. "Huh? Oh, yes, sir! Two steaks, medium rare. Got it! I, uh...I gotta go."

"Hmph! I hope he isn't expecting much of a tip. Allison, are you okay? Do you feel alright?"

With a pout, she responded, "No! I don't! Let's just go back to my place and you can make me feel all better, okay?"

"Jeez! Not now, silly! We've already ordered. Besides I thought you were so all-fired hungry!"

"I'm starving, sweetheart...but NOT for steak!"

Slowly starting to anger, Roger asked, "Then why in the hell did you order steak if its not even what you wanted?"

"Don't you get it? Only you can give me what I want, what I'm starving for!"

He took a deep breath. "Level with me. Have you been smoking those South American cigarettes again? I've warned you; I don't think those things are totally legal."

Taking a deep breath, Allison pushed forward. "Darling, I'm smoking just fine tonight without cigarettes. I'm hot, understand?"

"Oh, baby, I am sorry. You have a fever? I didn't know. Here. Let me feel."

With that, Allison moved over to his side of the table and sat on Roger's lap. "I thought you'd never ask! Feel me!"

Feeling her forehead, he couldn't detect anything out of the ordinary. "Hmmm. No, you're fine. Feels perfectly normal."

With a giggle, Allison pulled his hand to her heaving chest. "Here, feel my heart!"

"Why? Is it...? Wait a minute! Get back to your seat! This is embarrassing!"

As she plopped back into her own chair, Allison commented glumly, "You are no fun at all this evening!"

"Well, what do you expect? We paid 30 bucks to sit through a lousy movie—twice! We come to this expensive restaurant where you say you're starving, then say you're not hungry! You're acting crazy! Did you forget your Midol this morning or something?"

"It's NOT that time of month. I DID remember that OTHER little pill, though. Look, why don't we just go back to my place? I guarantee you'll enjoy yourself better."

"I don't see how. All this foolishness of yours has given me a headache."

Desperately, Allison countered with, "But I DON'T have a headache!"

Roger stood up but motioned for her to stay seated. "Well, I certainly do and it's getting worse by the second. Wait here. I'm going out to the car for some aspirin."

"Can't we just go?"

"No! You are gonna eat that meat you were craving and like it!"

"Yes, honey! I'll eat your meat but at my place!"

As he paused a second to think, Allison's eyes lit up at what she thought was finally realization, only to hear Roger say, "I don't think you can get food 'to go' from here. I'll be right back."

Allison sat with her head in her hands, so horny she could scream. Just then, Robert the waiter reentered nervously. "Is the, uh, gentleman gone?"

Dejectedly, she began, "No...He's just..." As she spoke, she lifted her eyes to his before changing her answer. "Uh...I mean 'yes,' as a matter of fact, the gentleman IS gone."

"Pardon me for being forward," he said hopefully, "but I get off after this table."

"Really? Well, I'm through with it now!" Standing, she leaned in and whispered in the young man's ear, "How would you like to get off again at my place? Hmmmm?" Her tongue licked once around his inner ear. Tentatively, he held out his arm. As she grasped it tightly, the two headed away from the table laughing. 

Meanwhile, from the other direction, Roger returned from the car. "Allison? Hmmm...must've gone to powder her nose or something. I wish they'd hurry up with those steaks. Something tells me I might just get lucky tonight!

END

The Restaurant



If you could imagine, we're in a restaurant somewhere, you're wearing jeans and a t-shirt and I'm wearing a long skirt with lots of material and a zipped up jacket.

We're sat at a table in the corner, its set for four so we have a lot of space -- we're quite well hidden by a large post and some plants. To walk by, people would see you as I have my back to them.

We're been chatting and laughing and occasionally reaching across the table to touch hands. You say something slightly sexy and we lean in to kiss -- you slip your tongue in my mouth for a split second and immediately my nipples tighten. I whisper this fact to you and you do that little smile you do like the cat that's got the cream which makes them tighten even more.

As I sit back into my seat I can feel that my pants have become moist and I lean forward to tell you that as well.

We're not sat directly opposite each other so when you question me as to the truthfulness of that fact I casually slide my hand down the front of my skirt and into my lap where I gently insert one finger into my pussy before drawing it out and offering it to you as proof.

You take my hand and place my finger in your mouth, flicking your tongue around it, sucking my juices from it. I tell you that now my breasts ache to be kissed and sucked and reach over to your lap and feel for your cock through your jeans. I can feel he's no longer content to sleep, but wants to play so using the table cloth as cover I unbutton your jeans and reach into your pants til he's freed under the table. 

Waitresses are buzzing around with no clue that under the table your cock is growing harder and harder in my hand. I can feel the tiniest of movements as you shift your hips and I lean in to give you a full on kiss before whispering 'I need your hand in my pussy'.

I have a long flowing skirt on and as you go to slide it up my legs you realise I'm wearing stockings -- as you get higher and higher you also realise I'm keeping them up with suspenders. As my skirt bunches up in my lap the only thing between my pussy and a restaurant full of people is a thin piece of silk and a table cloth. At that moment I feel your cock twitch and then I gasp audibly as you push a finger straight into me, no preliminaries, just straight in. It feels fucking wonderful but even so, its not enough, I want more and I want to give you more.

A waitress comes over and you try to remove your hand but I grab you by the wrist so you can't take it away. My other hand comes away from your cock and the hand holding your wrist starts to move your fingers over and over my pussy, using your fingers in the way I want to pleasure me, all the time chatting to the waitress who seems unaware. 

She goes and I'm feeling really turned on -- my free hand is back on your cock and I have uncontrollable urge to take you in my mouth. With a quick look around I slide down my chair and under the table -- hidden by the table cloth and although I know I have only a matter of minutes, I want your cock in my mouth.

I push between your legs, take hold of your cock and suck it into my warm, wet mouth with a tiny groan as I do so. I love to suck your cock, I love to feel it grow impossibly hard and thick, I love to taste that little bit of you that always escapes and I love to take you as deep into my throat as I can. Just a few deep sucks and I know I should get back into my chair, so pull away and return to my seat.

By now my pussy is throbbing almost to the point of pain and I know I must have you inside me -- for all the kissing, licking and stroking, the biggest thrill and turn on of all is when you slide your big thick cock into me so I am filled with you.

I drag your hand back to my lap and squash it so your fingers slip up inside me, it's a start but I want your cock inside me and I tell you so. I want you badly. I want you to want me as much. I unzip my jacket halfway and reveal that underneath is just the top half of a white Basque -- my breasts spilling out at the tops and sides, needing to be touched by you, kissed by you, sucked by you and nibbled by you.

I straighten my skirt while you try to manoeuvre your hard cock into your jeans, the bill is paid hurriedly and we walk extremely fast to the hotel and step into the lift. Not wanting to waste even a minute, as the doors shut I drop to my knees, unbutton your jeans and again release your cock, greedily taking it into my mouth, not caring if someone stops the lift to get in. One hand holds the base of you while the other finds itself way down the front of my skirt, where I desperately rub myself.

The lift comes to an abrupt stop, I stand, push you behind me as to cover you and we walk briskly to our room. Once inside, behind the door I again fall to my knees, dragging your jeans down with me, you step out of them as I suck you hard, cupping your balls in one hand and gently squeezing them. You tell me that you love me to suck your cock, that it feels really good and that I shouldn't stop. I move to put my tongue on that little gap between your arse and your balls, then I take your balls in my mouth, gently feeling them move around, sucking at them til they are both wet. You tell me you want to feel my pussy but Im past that now.

I want you to fuck me.

I tell you that I want you to push me against the door with my back to you, that I want you to lift my skirt and I want you to enter me. Hard and fast. You crush me against the door with your hard body, roughly pull up my skirt, shove my pants to one side and thrust into me and it feels like heaven. I tell you I don't want this to last, that I want it hard and fast. I push off the door slightly and unzip and throw off my jacket as you pound into me. You use one hand to steady my hips as your thrust and the other comes from behind and grabs a breast, where you caress my nipple. My left hand supports me away from the door, and my right hand reaches down to start a repetitive path from your balls to my pussy and back, stroking faster and faster as you thrust harder and deeper.

I can feel the start of that feeling. Abandoning your balls to concentrate on myself I tell you how I love you to fuck me like this. The feeling grows more and more as you hammer into me, knocking the air out of me with each thrust. I rub myself harder and faster, harder and faster and my breath becomes shallow. Your hand grips my breast harder now and my legs are buckling as the culmination of your thick cock thumping in me and my own hand rubbing ferociously brings me to the peak of a huge orgasm. My pussy contracts, my movements stop and I hold my breath as I allow you to take me over the edge, one hand on my breast, the other now in my pussy, stroking and rubbing me onwards -- I moan as I come, and as I release, I shower your hand and cock with my cum.

I fall against the door, and ride the aftershocks while you continue to move within me -- the fantastic feeling of being totally satisfied and so very close to you.

You stop for a moment, withdraw and turn me around. My skirt falls to the floor and you lead me to the bed, gently laying me down you stand in-between my legs. You caress my breasts and free them from the confinements of the Basque -- they spill over the top and are pink and flushed. As you guide yourself slowly into me again, your other hand plays with a nipple, tracing a circle around it till it stands up in a tight peak.

I tell you that I want you to cum now, I want you to fuck me till you cant help yourself, and you begin to move in and out of me. I tell you how good it feels, how you fill me with your big hard cock and how well you make me cum. You bend your head to kiss me as I grab your arse trying to pull you deeper into me. I tell you harder, faster, harder faster and your movements intensify until that first little groan gives it away that you are about to come. You slow down that fraction and thrust even deeper and I hold myself still. The first burst comes as you groan with release, I bring my hips up to yours to take over and I move up and down from underneath you to spur you on as each burst comes -- literally. Then, as you calm down, you lay on me and I hold you.



The Restaurant



Dan and Ava were out for the first time since their baby had been born. It was their anniversary and they planned a nice dinner and movie afterwards. A night alone was just the two needed. They ate at a small locally own diner called Rozini's. Ava loved pasta and this place had the best around. The two ordered their food and a nice specialty drink to start the night off right. They both got so caught up in conversation about Ava's new interest in women, Dan excitedly fumbled for their drink and accidentally knocked it off the table, right onto Ava's lap. 

"Oh, oh my goodness, I'm so sorry! Go to the bathroom and try to get as much off. I'll get the food to go. I'm so sorry sweetheart." Dan apologized. Ava scurried off to the private restroom. Dan explained what happened to the waitress. She told the chef what had happened and she went to the restroom to see if she could help Ava at all. 

She opens the door to see Ava standing by the sink trying to blot the red mess off her dress. "Hey, just thought I'd see if I could help?" asked Natalie. 

"Oh, thanks but I don't think anything is going to help get this out." Ava looked so disappointed. It was her new outfit she had bought for their wonderful night and it was ruined. 

"Here," gestured Natalie, "take it off and we can probably get it better." Ava was hesitant, but then did as Natalie suggested. She slowly slipped her dress down her stomach and over her hips, before it slid to the floor. She stood in the restroom in nothing but her red lace bra and matching thong panties. Ava was so reserved since having the baby just 6 months ago. She felt more unattractive now than she ever has. 

Natalie stood in amazement at the beautiful woman standing before her. "I'm sorry to stare ma'am but, you have a stunning body." 

Ava sheepishly looked down, "I look terrible, the baby really took a toll on my body." 

"Oh sweetie," Natalie lifted Ava's chin with the soft touch of her hand, "you have and amazing body." Ava leaned into Natalie's touch. Natalie and Ava's eyes locked and both girls were trapped in the moment. Ava's fantasy was to be with a woman and Natalie just may be the one to fulfill that or her. Still touching Ava's chin with her hand, Natalie leaned close to feel the luscious red lips of Ava's on her. Ava leaned into the kiss slightly. The warmth of Natalie's lips on Ava's sent chills through Ava's revealing body. Ava grabbed Natalie and drew her closer. 

The two were both beginning to breathe a little heavier when Ava got and intense urge to turn Natalie's back to the wall and hold her there as she had her way with her. She pushed her hands on Natalie's shoulders, as if forcing her to stay still. Ava lightly bit Natalie's neck before saying, "Just let me do the work." Natalie could only nod her head in agreement at this point. She was speechless and so hot and wet from the intensity of the encounter. Ava began kissing and biting Natalie's skin. With every bite, Natalie moaned lightly. Ava, standing half naked, pushed her palm against Natalie's chest, which was heaving with every breath. "Stay there." Ava instructed. "Just watch for a moment." 

Ava reached both hands behind her back as she undid her bra. She slowly slid her bra down off her shoulders, to her arms, until finally removing it off her hands revealing her taught hard nipples. She slowly caresses her beautiful breasts for Natalie's viewing pleasure. Natalie wanted to caress them herself but was told not to move. Ava then moved her hands down her stomach to her red lace thongs. She began to slide her panties down off her hips and then her thighs, and then turned to reveal her voluptuous, round ass for Natalie. As she slid her panties down, she bent over. 

Once her panties were off her body, Ava remained bent over, legs spread apart enough for Natalie to watch her hands glide up her legs to her inner thighs and then her beautiful pink pussy. Ava, still bent at the waist, revealed her pussy to Natalie, which was torture on Natalie who just wanted to play but had been instructed not to. Ava turned and hopped up to the counter next to the sink. She spread her legs wide, showing off her already soaking pussy to Natalie. "You like what you see so far?" Ava whispered, looking at Natalie with seducing eyes. "Come and get it." She demanded. 

Ava was spread wide for easy access to Natalie. She walked over to Ava's open legs and slid her hand from Ava's knee, up her inner thigh and then to her wet lips. Natalie put her hands on Ava's inner thighs, holding her legs open to get the full taste of Ava on her tongue. Natalie lightly licked the outer lips of Ava's sweet pussy. Her sweet nectar lingering on Natalie's lips. Ava's swollen clit, hard and throbbing with anticipation. 

Oh, she wanted Natalie to suck on her clit so bad, she could barely stand it. Ava began to slide her fingers down to her clit to play when Natalie quickly grabbed her hand and said, "No, it's my turn." Natalie moved one hand to Ava's dripping pussy. She thrust her fingers into Ava's wet hole. Ava moaned and tossed her head back in delight. Natalie saw Ava wanting more. She changed her light licks on Ava's pussy to full blown sucks on her outer lips and then shoved her tongue between Ava's lips to feel every crease with her tongue. She slid from the bottom of her pussy all the way to the top, right up to her clit. She wasted no time finding what Ava wanted. She wanted Natalie to make her cum. She wanted Natalie to make her scream. She wanted Natalie to fuck her like she'd never been fucked before. 

Natalie was pounding her harder and harder with her fingers. The harder she pushed, the louder Ava got. Natalie slid her fingers in and twisted and turned her fist, creating a pleasurable fullness in Ava. As she pulled her fingers out, she would pull them across the front wall of Ava's sweet deepness. Natalie moved yet another finger into Ava, as Ava started to whine and almost scream. "Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah," she whimpered. "FUCK ME!!" she screamed. "uuuuhhhh uhhhhh, I'm almost there, come on baby!" Natalie thrust faster and faster and sucked Ava's clit harder and harder until Ava's clit and pussy lips were totally consumed in Natalie's mouth. Natalie was flicking her tongue harder and harder on Ava's clit, creating an intense sensation for Ava. "Fuck yeah, oh yeah, I'm CUMMING BABY!" she announced as her juices exploded all over Natalie. Natalie kept sucking Ava, as Ava's body was in full spasm from the intense pleasure of it all. 

She continued letting out loud moans as she tried to recover from the most passionate, extreme orgasm she has ever known. "You are amazing!" she reassured Natalie, who was still cleaning up the sweet juices from Ava's pussy. 

"I want more," Natalie looked at Ava with intense eyes. 

"Come over when you get off work, I'll give you more, and I'll give you everything you want." Ava smiled. "Next time, I want to fuck you until you scream for more. I want you to stay with me tonight. I don't want to sleep. I want to fuck you all night." Ava assured her. Natalie smiled and agreed.

The girls forgot about the outfit. They forgot about Dan waiting outside for Ava. The girls put their clothes back on. Ava rushed outside to find Dan patiently waiting. She got into the car with the biggest smile he has ever seen. "Did you get it out?" he asked, not able to see under her coat. "No," she replied, "but have I got a story for you. Oh, and I'm having company tonight!" She laughed as she began to tell Dan her amazing story and of her new friend that she couldn't wait for Dan to meet.



The Restaurant



It was Paul and Jennifer's tenth anniversary. They had made reservations at a new restaurant on the other side of town. It was late Saturday afternoon and they had just come home from dropping the kids off at Paul's parents. They had barely stepped through the door when Paul grabbed hold of Jen and gave her a deep passionate kiss. 

Jennifer kissed him back then pulled away giggling "save it for later I have to go make myself Beautiful". 

"Oh come on there's lots of time" he complained and made another grab for her. 

She jumped back slapping his hands away and yelled at him playfully "NO I have to get ready". 

"Ten years ago it would have been you tearing off my clothes at the front door" he laughed "whatever happened to the spontaneous girl I fell in love with?" 

"She got married and had two children" she answered shutting the bathroom door and started the shower. 

Paul checked the door but new it would be lock. He thought about picking it and jumping Jen in the shower but decided not to push it. He wanted to give her a romantic evening out and new there would be plenty of time to play later. He loved Jennifer with all his heart but he did miss the old days when they would make love at the drop of a hat. He put the thought out of his mind and started to get ready for their night out.

Jennifer was in the shower thinking about what Paul had said. He was right; she used to be very aggressive sexually when they first met. A smile crossed Jennifer's face as she thought of the first time her and Paul had sex. They had gone camping with a group of friends. The fire was roaring and the drinks were flowing. They weren't drunk but definitely had a glow on. Paul had always been a gentleman with her and that was probably what attracted her to him initially.

While the others were partying she indiscreetly took Paul by the hand and led him to her tent. Jennifer almost laughed out loud as she recalled Paul trying to be so gentle with her. She didn't care much for extended foreplay and had enough of his fumbling about. Pushing him back on the air mattress, she stripped him naked, pulled off her own jeans and panties and straddled his face. As she dropped her pussy onto his mouth she swallowed his cock right down to his balls. Jennifer rode him hard that night, both of them cumming several times. She missed those days of fucking anywhere and everywhere they could. She dried herself off and proceeded to get herself ready.

Arriving at the restaurant they were seated in a cozy booth in a remote corner of the restaurant where they were able to sit close to each other. The lighting was low and romantic. They could only barely see the back of the couple siting at the next booth. They enjoyed a fantastic meal and were finishing up a bottle of red wine when Paul laid his hand on Jennifer's knee. He only then realized she wasn't wearing stockings. 

"Hey you've given me easy access, how about I get you off right hear" he joked. Paul slid his hand up the inside of her thigh until she stopped him. "Relax I'm just kidding" Paul said disappointed. 

"How about you pull out your cock and I will jerk you off right hear" Jennifer challenged. 

"Yeah right and the restaurant would have me arrested" Paul chuffed. 

Just then the waiter showed up and asked if they would care for anything else. 

"Would you mind bringing a little more bread and some extra butter? Jennifer asked sweetly. 

The waiter went for the bread and Paul turned to Jennifer "Bread and Butter?" She gave him a smug look but didn't answer. 

The waiter dropped off the bread and butter and Jennifer turned to Paul and said "pull out your cock. 

He laughed and called her bluff "if you want it, you pull it out." 

She leaned in a little closer to unzip his fly and reached into his pants. Paul didn't move; "you wouldn't dare" he whispered with tension in his voice.

She pulled his semi hard cock out of his pants. Paul's eyes were darting around the room to see if anyone could see. He didn't see Jennifer's hand dip into the butter dish. He nearly hit the roof when she grabbed hold of his member with a slick buttery hand. She sat up tight to Paul's side, her left arm across the back of the booth, her lips up close to his ear and her right hand stroking his shaft.

"You wanted spontaneous" she whispered. 

Paul couldn't speak. Jennifer kept her strokes short and hard so the waiter wouldn't notice. Jennifer kept talking to Paul about nothing in general and kept her voice just loud enough to drown out the sloshing noise the butter was making along Paul's cock. Paul's body started to tense then he stifled a groan. Paul blew his load under the table. Jennifer cleaned the cum and butter off her hand with her napkin. Paul took his napkin and started to wipe his lap. He was trying to be inconspicuous while putting his member away and looking to see were his load had landed. The waiter saw him looking under the table and asked if he could be of any assistance. Paul turned bright red and told him everything was fine. Jennifer could not stop laughing. 

"It's not that funny" Paul said embarrassed. 

"Your right it's not that funny" she said with a big grin "what is going to be funny is watching you leave the restaurant with a huge butter-cum stain down the front of your pants". She laughed.

The End 



The Restaurant



There were only two couples left in the restaurant. I bussed a nearby table for Matt, whom I'd sent home sick earlier, and listened to the sultry banter of the younger couple. The older couple was almost done, I'd checked on them a few minutes prior. The young couple (newlyweds perhaps?) were too busy staring at each other than to do much justice to the course of food on their plates. But they were amusing, leaning, caressing, feeding each other, clearly having a great time, so I didn't mind. I glanced over at them to see her grab a fork out of his hand and suck on his index finger, drawing it deep into her mouth. Her dark ringlets bobbed up and down on his hand. Surprisingly, instead of sending him a smoking glance to go with her actions, she looked up and met my eyes. Startled, I went to glance away, until she drew his finger out of her mouth and bit his fingertip lightly, holding eye contact, and gave me a wicked grin. Blushing lightly at getting caught watching, I returned her grin, gave them a brief nod, which was enthusiastically returned, and returned to balancing my plates back to the kitchen. 

The kitchen was nearly empty, the late night staff smoking in the back, waiting in case one of the last tables actually ordered desert or a last minute room service order came in for upstairs. I took a moment & rolled up the waist-band of my black skirt, hiking it up until it just barely revealed the lacy tops of my thigh-highs. Management would have a fit, but showing that tiny bit of lace had boosted my tips on more than one occasion, and this couple looked like they wouldn't complain. 

I sashayed out to the older couple, leaning my elbows on their table to ask a spritely "how are we doing tonight, any desert, coffee?" As if I had no idea that leaning over that far exposed the backs of my thighs, and likely purple satin panties as well, to the view of the younger couple who was still paying minimal attention to their meal. I snuck a glance behind me to discover two sets of eyes glued to my ass, and staring at them both, I mimicked her actions, bringing my finger to my mouth and biting it lightly. She laughed out loud, which I had to suppress answering in kind as I took the coffee order from our oblivious audience. 

I fetched a stack of napkins from the back, and sat at a table halfway between the two fares, ostensibly folding them into pretty shapes for the morning crew, keeping an eye on the playful twosome in the corner. She pretended to feed him a bite of steak, dripping sauce on his chin, then leaning in deeply (bosom first, I noticed), to lick it off his chin. He met my eyes over her head, (perhaps they were grey?) and slowly his hand slid down her ribcage and under the tablecloth. She wiggled against him, giggling, then made the telltale maneuver I recognized from personal experience. There go the panties I thought to myself. Sure enough, a few more wiggles and a bounce or two on the seat, and he pocketed a scrap of something lacy and red. She turned from where her lips had sunk to his collar, and gave me another steamy glance, while cocking an eyebrow with a "what do you think of that!?"  look. 

I grinned at them, undaunted. Two, well, three, could play this game. I gave a quick peek on the elderly couple sipping their coffee and then did my own little bouncing hop. Twin sets of eyebrows danced across the room as purple satin hit the floor under my table. I kicked off the panties, drawing them up on my toe until I could pick them up and stick them into my waitress' apron. We stared at each other across the room, heat crackling in the silence broken only occasionally by the soft clink of a spoon against coffee cups. 

Openly watching them now, I flitted aimlessly with the napkins. He leaned forward, dark suit coat conforming to broad shoulders and impressive looking biceps, and blew out the taper candle that framed the romantic setting they were in. He massaged the bull end of the candle, smoothing the rounded edges, and she made a show of resuming her meal. Well, she attempted such a show, until the candle dipped under the tablecloth, and I could tell from her stiletto high heels that her legs were suddenly spread wider than they were a minute ago. I felt my mouth go dry. I could see her hand braced on his thigh, her lips parted in a half gasp, food forgotten. My own legs squirmed together, unbidden moisture making lie to my ambivalence. He leaned slightly away and took a sip of his wine, pretending to ignore the slight rocking motion adopted by his partner and her growing lack of concern for her surroundings. 

I took a look at the older couple; it was past time to get them out of here. Forcing my eyes away from the erotic display tempting me, I stood and brought the bill to the last table, covering my slightly breathless voice with a bouncy step, and an extra cheery good night. As I settled up with them, a deep masculine voice pulled my attention back to the far table; "Check please!"

I chose the small black folder containing their bill, signed it with a "love Lara" heart, and brought it to the table now littered with the remnants of a discarded dinner. I noticed that the taper candle now rested unlit on its side next to its crystal holder, and she leaned sleepily against his shoulder. She watched my approach with a cat-got-the-cream smile, while his grin still held promise. 

"And how was everything?" I asked, leaning my elbows on the table and framing my cleavage to its best advantage. 

"Delicious." He replied huskily, fingering the candle on the table. 

"Mmm, I'm glad to hear that. Would you care for any desert?" I licked my lips, awaiting his reply. They'd already asked for the check, but this sort of banter was just too enjoyable to pass up. 

"Absolutely!" She chimed in with more energy than I expected given her under the table excursions of a few minutes ago. She leaned right in towards me, her breasts rubbing against his arm as I got a lovely view of her breasts as they nearly fell out of her top. "But, maybe we'll have our desert, elsewhere. Mmm, perhaps some room service." 

I nodded to her, taking them both in. "Nothing like something sweet after a meal" I replied in my best femme fatale voice. She nodded, and turned to him, inexplicably nodding in some sort of message-sending fashion. 

He smiled at me and returned the padded black folder with the check. "We'll charge it to our room, please. I was sure to write the room number, very clearly." With sensual grins from them both, they got up and walked out of the restaurant, pausing at the door to give me a solid up and down once over hot enough I felt naked under their shared gaze. 

After they left, I took the tab to the register to settle up. After what they'd started, I may have to leave early enough to go pick up a date for the evening. I opened the padded folder to see, as promised, the room number written clearly on the check, with a note "there's always room for desert!" Nestled next to the check lay a room key.

Interesting, I pondered. They were definitely a hot couple, something right out of an HBO movie actor-couple type. His clean shaven dark good looks, I always was a sucker for a good set of shoulders; and could hope the abs matched, her petite, curvey yumminess made me want to do dirty things with them both. Not local, hence the hotel room, both interested... I snapped the bill shut, my mind made up. I tidied up and punched out. Retrieving a small bowl I filled with dark chocolate, I warmed it in the microwave and headed for the elevators. 

A single knock was opened after only a brief delay. They'd obviously started without me, his nearly 6' dominated the door as he opened it shirtless, confirming my hopes of washboard abs and biceps I could sink my teeth into. She was already down to a bra and the hastily donned hotel bathrobe she allowed to gape widely as she saw it was me, and clapped with glee. I stepped into their room, offering him the bowl of warm chocolate. "Something sweet after dinner, I would have brought strawberries, but technically would have to charge you for that, so I figured we could find something else to dip in chocolate?" 

He had a split second to accept the bowl before he was pushed out of the way by his brown-eyed lady who was suddenly pressed against me, warm and delicious. I could feel her breasts pressing against mine, nipples puckered through the thin material of the bra, pressed upwards like an offering as they rubbed against my shirt. I tilted my head up to capture her lips in mine, she sucked greedily on my lower lip as her hands climbed into my hair. I slid my hands into her robe, grabbing her hips & pulling her pelvis against mine. I liked women because I knew them; understood how they worked, enjoyed every soft round curve that they offered because it was a perfect counterpoint to the way I enjoyed my men. In response to my hands, she ground her pelvis against me, I could feel her heat through my clothing, and her calf climbed up the back of my leg. We kissed deeply, our tongues tasting, learning each other. She pulled away first, leaning over my shoulder to speak to her partner; "See honey, she's wonderful. We don't need chocolate to make her any sweeter, but I'd still love to find somewhere to lick it off!"

Instead of being an awkward third, he blended into the embrace, clearly not an amateur at this game. The chocolate was deposited on a side table, but he dipped one finger in it first, to drizzle over her breasts, bringing his finger up to my lips and tracing chocolate on my bottom lip as his other arm slid down my back to grab my ass and pull me against him. As silently requested, I drew his finger into my mouth, tasting the chocolate and sucking deeply as my free hand traced nails lightly up his chest, starting at the waistband and making sure I brushed his flat nipples on my way up and down. His hand clenched in response on my butt; a nice pressure to let me know that I was getting to him. Twirling my tongue over the tip of his finger, I bit lightly and released his hand, turning to lick the chocolate that was slowly descending down her incredible cleavage towards her bra. Cupping her breasts to allow me better access to her chest was simply expedience, as was unhooking it from the back to let those beauties bounce free for my questing hands. Fingers were unbuttoning my shirt at the same time, I didn't care whose. I was too busy feeling her lush fullness in my hands, laving the stiff peaks with my tongue. I let go long enough to let my arms be pulled out of my shirt, and turned slightly so my ass was pressing against his crotch as I sucked on his wife's nipples; by the protrusion I felt against my skirt, he was certainly enjoying the show! His hands tucked under the waistband of my skirt and I wiggled free of it, allowing him to then unhook the bra too and toss it haphazard to the growing pile of clothes on the floor. 

I came up for air long enough to exchange another kiss with my new lady friend. As the wife, she was the one calling the cards tonight. "So honey, is tonight for you, or for him?" I breathed against her lips, trying to figure out who would be the central player for the festivities. Her response didn't really matter; I just had to make it clear that I was here for the fun not to usurp her. In truth, she didn't answer, just looked at me in brief blankness, then got distracted as her own hands become suddenly filled with my breasts, feeling my nipples pucker against her palms. Her panties had been discarded at dinner, so she was clad in only the robe, which easily slid off her shoulders. Naked, she was shorter than me, maybe 5', so I had to reach down to slide my fingers between her legs, feeling the heat and moisture there. With the pad of my thumb I rubbed the glistening nub, sliding two fingers inside her at the same time. She tightened her fingers on my breasts, bringing delightful sensitivity to my nipples as I stroked her in encouragement. We kissed again, and I felt his hands at the waistband of my skirt, expertly unzipping the side zipper and dropping the skirt to the floor. Other than that, he remained on the sides, watching us play. 

I turned to lick her neck and whisper in her ear "How long are you going to let him keep his pants on?" 

She perused him from head to toe, taking in his black hair and the dark brown eyes that were burning into us both. She stepped away from me and pressed herself against him, I trailed around behind and slid my hands from his shoulders down to his wrists, which I captured in my own, and held them behind his back, imprisoning him for his wife's pleasure. She slowly slid her body down his front until she was on her knees, staring at the massive erection waiting underneath the fabric. Undoing the zipper, she dropped his pants to the floor. My eyes widened at the huge cock that sprung forth, happy to be free. His arms twitched as she licked the tip of him, clearly he was used to being able to reach for her, but he settled into his partial confinement, especially as I let go of his wrists to instead imprison his arms against my front so I could drag my nails across his abdomen, down his thighs to grab the base of his cock and hold it steady for her questing mouth and tongue. My other hand I ran through her hair, guiding her lips onto him while his hands dipped down my front to play with my clit. 

After a minute I let him go, dropping to my knees next to her instead and resuming the play of my fingers between her legs while we licked his shaft and took turns taking him into our mouth, kissing intermittently. She was getting hot fast, she'd drenched my fingers nearly down to the wrist, I'd slid a third finger inside of her and she was gasping around his cock, thrusting her hips in time with her mouth moving up and down on his flesh. 

I released her and stood, my hands sliding down her flaring hips and pulled her up, steering her by the hips until her calves bumped up against the bed, and she fell backwards onto it. I bent over and sucked on the nub my fingers had found and heated to a boiling point, my tongue flicking over her sensitive skin while she writhed on the bed. I felt his hands grab my hips as I bent over his wife, and felt his erection bump between my legs. A small overnight bag also dropped to the floor next to me, a vibrator peeking out. I paused my ministrations briefly to look behind me, he was already wearing a condom. Good boy, I thought, and pressed backwards against him. She mewed impatiently at the interruption, but I renewed my efforts, sliding three fingers into her wet slit while my mouth laved her clit. I reached behind me and guided him along my own moist sheath, moaning against her wetness as he slid in to the hilt. I reached down and selected the large curved vibrator, replacing it with my fingers and sliding it deep inside her as my mouth continued its deft manipulations against her core. She thrashed wildly and bucked against my hands, my mouth. I thrust the toy back and forth in time with the pulsing cock ramming in and out of my own dripping heat with increasing speed. His fingers played with my breasts, my clit, as I fucked his wife. He set the pace for all three of us. 

Feeling a climax building, I let myself go, allowing the warm scent of arousal and rhythmic thrusting to drown and overwhelm my senses. He continued pulsing in and out, slowing for me, feeling my muscles clenching and spasming against his still hard cock. She pulled me upwards to an open mouthed kiss and I slid off him, feeling him re-position against the wide open legs of his still hot and horny bride. She wrapped her legs around him and I lay on top of her, our breasts crushed against each other and her fingers trailed down to tease between my legs. Instead of removing the toy that I'd left lodged inside of her, he pressed himself against the tight ring of her anus, using the my fluids as a lubricant as he slid inside her ass. She sighed into my mouth, before taking my tongue and sucking on it like candy. Not to be left out, I reached down and thrummed the vibrator, rocking it in time with his motions as he now fucked her ass with wild abandon. She thrashed on the sheets, pinned by my weight straddling her and him holding her hips in place. Her hands grabbed my breasts, shoulders, her nails scored my back as I fucked her in time with the toy. Her voice was an unintelligible cadence of "yes, there, more, like that, oh!" He started to groan with the building pressure as she screamed her release, arching on the sheets and lifting us all nearly off the mattress. He came at the same time, leaning forward and nipping my shoulder as he climaxed. We collapsed into a tangled heap, drenched with sweat, our heartbeats thudding in unison. We cuddled for a bit, before they fell off to sleep, sprawled across the bed in wanton abandon. I slowly slid from the bed, and collecting my things. On my way out, I dipped my finger in the now cool chocolate, and scribed a heart with an L on the table by the door.



The Restaurant



Andrea twirled the pasta in a quick spiral around her fork as she listened to Mark expound on the day's events at his office. An estate attorney, his days were filled with tax shelter strategies in an ongoing cat and mouse game with the taxman. She wanted to create a disturbance; to shout; to somehow convey to Mark that she had no interest in the latest rich bastard he was diligently working to please. She was generally proud of him and his work but was tired of his days consuming their dinner conversations. She looked around the cozy restaurant and longed for an escape. Her eyes were caught by a handsome blond gentleman sitting at the table behind that of her and her husband. He was dining with a women; her back was to Mark and her face hidden from Andrea's view.

After a few moments of contemplating the attractive stranger Andrea realized with minor embarrassment that she had been staring directly at him for quite a few minutes. She smiled as if to offer an apology. His smile in return assured her that her attention had not gone unnoticed and his subtle wink (an invitation?) stirred the beginnings of excitement within her. Handsome and flirtatious. Mark was smiling at Andrea now, unaware that her smile was not a gift for him.

Andrea and the gentleman continued their visual game; she could not break away from his gaze. She lifted her champagne glass and let the last few drops slide down the back of her throat. It was cold and wet and tickled as it danced down her throat. The stranger's smile widened into a grin. She was now fully engaged with this new development and her pulse quickened as she waited for their situation to unfold. What harm was a bit of flirting with an seductive stranger? And God she could not remember the last time Mark had looked at her with such hunger. Once their sex play had been playful and spontaneous- a quick romp to interrupt a secluded picnic lunch, a gentle exploration of each others' bodies in the shower. But now...

Andrea sighed and forced her mind back to the stranger. He stood abruptly, leaning in toward his dinner companion and spoke softly. As his head rose he reestablished eye contact with Andrea. It was then that she knew that he was going to lead her down a path she wasn't prepared for. There was no question about it. What only remained now was the logistics.

He did not break eye contact with Andrea as she reassured Mark's monologue with an occasional "mhmm", She interrupted Mark mid-sentence to excuse herself to the restroom. Mark paused and nodded. She stood, pushing her chair back from the table and felt dizzy. What the hell was she doing? Uncertain of herself she turned her back to Mark and now followed the stranger toward the restrooms. They were located at the far end of the restaurant on the other side of the bar.

Her heart beat rapidly as she approached and found her stranger patiently waiting before the door to the ladies room. She moved toward the door and as she passed him, two things happened at once: she caught the scent of his cologne as it drifted through the small space between them and then he said to her, without hesitation,

"I am going to fuck you like you've been needing to be fucked for a long time. Do you understand me?"

Andrea wimpered as she felt her knees weaken.

"Do you understand me?", he repeated, his stare unwavering.

She nodded.

Her hand trembled as she pushed open the door. She quickly ascertained there was no one else inside and that it was a single occupant restroom. He needed no invitation; he followed her in immediately. He turned and locked the door behind them.

What the hell was she doing? She had no answer to quiet her frenzied self-questioning. Perhaps she had enjoyed too much champagne. Perhaps she had not enjoyed enough: she wasn't sure she could do this.

Before she could collect her thoughts and form a reasonable decision on how to proceed, the stranger moved against her body, erasing the space between them. It was so sudden that it startled her and she backed against the wall. He brought his body up against hers firmer, pressing her against the wall now with the full length of his body.

She moaned.

He pressed harder. His hands found their way expertly to her dress and pushed it up higher on her thighs. He caressed her thighs with his warm hands, rubbing his thumb along the band of her thigh high stockings. He had not anticipated this detail and found it increased his excitement tremendously. 

He moved his hands from her thighs up and over her hips under the fabric of her dress. She trembled again. His breath was shallow and quick as his hands roamed over her body.

He slipped his hands out from under her dress and brought them to her breasts. Massaging them through the fabric he spoke to her again. His eyes stared straight into hers still.

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

She blinked. It was so direct; so aggressive. She said nothing. She wanted him so badly she could hardly stand it. But she didn't want to be easy; she wanted him to work for it.

He quickly moved his left hand up to the nape of her neck and gave a quick tug on the back of her hairline.

"You don't get to play indifferent. If you want me to fuck you, you have to say so. "

To increase her arousal he leaned in and brought his lips to her collarbone as he continued to tug lightly on her hair.

Andrea was already deep in pleasure at his hands. She'd never been pressed; demanded with an ultimatum when it came to sex. It turned her on.

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

There was an edge to his voice that turned her on.

"Yes." Her voice was clear and direct. "Please", she added as an afterthought.

He returned his hands to her thighs, this time sliding them up the parting of her legs. They came to rest briefly against the fabric of her black lace panties before he slipped a finger under the edge of her panty line and into her warm wetness. She had to work hard to keep from buckling beneath his grasp. She was dripping wet.

She moaned again. He leaned in and quieted her with a kiss as his fingers continued to toy with her.

His dick was tenting his pants and she wanted him inside of her immediately. She reached for his belt buckle and began their undoing. And possibly hers in the process. For God's sake her husband was still at the table waiting for her!

Her fingers fumbled with the clasp on his dress pants and she wondered if she'd spend an eternity just getting them off. Finally she had freed him from his fabric prison, slipping not only his pants down over his toned ass but also his trunk underwear. His dick was hard and curved slightly to the left. Warm to the touch. The palm of her hand faced outward as she grasped her fingers around the base of it and pulled the tight skin upward and over the tip toward her stomach.

After a few moments, he slipped his fingers out of her and with her wetness still dripping from them, covered her hand with his and moved it away from his throbbing dick. He took her other hand in his as well and guided them above her head, pressing her against the wall once more.

With a steady movement of his hips, he angled his dick up against her waiting slit. She was shorter than him and he realized his mistake at once; he would not be able to enter her as she stood. He brought his strong arms down around her hips and lifted her body up a few inches, using the wall behind her as leverage. Now, *now* the angle was perfect and he effortlessly slide the tip of his dick inside of her.

She gasped. He slid further into her and maintained a controlled withdrawal and re-entry several times before he could hold back no longer and began to fuck her aggressively. Each time he slammed into her, her ass slipped back in his hands and hit the wall with a slap.

Their erotic hunger had been so perfectly fed that it took just a few minutes to take each one of them over the edge. Her first, and then him – her frenzied panting was what pulled him into his own orgasm. He slipped out of her, their mingled juices dripping off his dick and onto the bathroom floor. He met her gaze one more time and told her to return to her table.

Still wet, she washed her hands as he pulled his trunks and pants back in place and buckled his belt. He did not speak to her again, nor look at her.

She quietly unlocked the door and walked to her table. She gave herself credit for not looking back at him. Not once.

When she arrived at her table, Mark was on the phone, presumably with a client.



The Restaurant



She stumbled into the ladies' bathroom at the restaurant, giggling to herself as she dragged her man into the bathroom behind her by his hand. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips against his. Her hands slowly slid down the sides of his torso and reached the waist of his suit trousers. She began to breathe intensely whilst kissing him.

"You taste like red wine," he chuckled as he cupped her chin and kissed her deeply. She let a moan escape from her mouth as she kissed him back, feeling her clit begin to swell as his hand slid down her back towards her pert arse. She froze. She took two steps away from him and bit her lip, smiling.

"Not here. We can't fuck here. Let's wait until we get home," she said softly. Her chest rose and fell as she continued to breathe heavily, which only emphasised her perfect breasts.

"Oh, come on Holly," he said whilst he began to approach her. "You can't get me all worked up like this and then refuse to have sex with me." She looked down to where he was gesturing and saw his trousers tightened around his erection. She moaned again with delight, unable to conceal her excitement.

He grabbed her by the hips and pushed her against the wall. Kissing her aggressively, he slid his fingers into her hair and tugged on her luscious brunette locks to draw her closer to him. She was pushed right up against him and could feel his hard-on pressed against her leg.

"Oh wow, you're so hard," she gasped as the words escaped her lips.

"You've only got your legs to blame. You look so sexy in that dress," he said, still kissing her hard on the mouth. His hand slid up her leg and on to the inside of her thigh. "You can't expect to be able to walk around with your legs on show like that... In such a tight dress too... I mean, look at you – every guy in this restaurant wanted to fuck you the minute you walked in..." His hand reached her panties, which were already soaking through. "But none of them can fuck you," he began to gently circle her clit through her panties. "Because I'm going to fuck you."

Upon hearing these words, she let out an unthinking moan and launched herself upon him. She pushed him on to the floor so that he was lying on his back and began to straddle him. She started kissing his neck passionately – feeling his stubble against her lips and rubbing against her tongue – and he began to let out a low moan with each of his breaths. He clutched her arse and pushed her up against his hard cock. She removed his tie and threw it haphazardly to the floor, and then began unbuttoning his shirt. Frustrated with the buttons, she ripped his shirt so that the remaining buttons catapulted into separate corners of the bathroom. She kissed his toned chest and stomach, her hands sliding all over his torso hungrily.

"You know, sometimes I forget that I'm so much stronger than you," he murmured seductively as he half-smiled. He put one hand on her hip and the other behind her head; he flipped them over so that she was lying on her back and he was crouched over her, his hard dick just inches away from her soaking pussy. "I wouldn't want you thinking that you have control now, would I?" he chuckled.

He took hold of her wrists and held them above her head with one hand, using the other hand to slide up her bare leg and tease her more. She began to grind against him in attempt to beckon him to fuck her, but he just laughed. He bit her earlobe before moving down to her neck, which he kissed keenly. Still holding her wrists above her head, he moved down to her chest, kissing it ferociously. He used his teeth to pull down her satin dress until her bare breasts were on display. He kissed and licked her hard nipples, occasionally biting them, and caressed her breasts with his free hand. She continued to thrust towards him desperately.

"You want more, Holly?"

"Mm, yes!" she cried in between deep breaths.

"Yeah? Well, I'm not convinced. Convince me." He said. She tried to break her hands free and move them down towards his hard crotch, but he refused to let go of her wrists. "No hands. In fact..." He leant over, still holding her wrists with one hand, and grabbed his abandoned tie. He pulled her up and used the black material to tie her hands behind her back. "Now convince me."

She rocked herself forward on to her knees and he stood up so that her head was level with his cock. "Undo your trousers then, Nick," she said. He obliged and unzipped his trousers. He slowly drew down his boxers – so slowly that she could feel herself getting wetter as he leisurely pulled out his big, hard cock. She looked up at him and bit her lip.

As another moan escaped from her, he took his cock and rested the tip of it on her plump painted-red lips. She opened them just enough to allow her tongue to exit and lick the tip of his cock. Gradually, she expanded – she began to lick up and down his cock, encircling his penis with her tongue, and then she moved down to kiss and suck his balls. Upon this action, he began to moan under his breath. 

She then moved back up to his cock, waited momentarily, and then let it slip into her mouth. She sucked hard, permitting her lips to slide up and down his shaft, but not yet taking all of his cock in her wet mouth. He started thrusting on the spot, fucking her face deeply. Eventually, she conceded and deep-throated him all she could. His moans grew louder. Her panties grew wetter. His hips started shaking. She began moaning on to his dick. The sounds of their breathing and moaning filled the room.

He shuddered – he came in the back of her throat. She sucked the juicy cum out of him, and then licked around his cock to be sure that she got every last drop. He stood there momentarily, his hands in his hair, panting euphorically and smiling. She waited patiently, discreetly squirming as her panties became still wetter.

"You've convinced me. Now lie on your back." He said as he smiled at her.

She happily took orders and lay on her back, her chest still rising and falling with her breathing. He sat at her feet and spread her legs. "Nice panties," he commented as he ran his fingers along the black lace which barely hid her pussy. He slid his fingers up towards her clit and once again began to circle her clit with one finger. He watched as she began to thrust again, begging for him to be inside her. "You like that?"

"Yes. Oh my God, yes." She replied hastily as he slipped his finger through to the inside of her panties. He gently stroked up from her soaking hole to her clit, which made her tremble with pleasure.

"Wow, you are wet, aren't you?" He said as he stroked her wet hole, occasionally teasing her by beginning to enter her with his finger and then retracting suddenly. He eventually moved up to her clit, using his fingertip to barely touch her – making her shudder even more. She moaned relentlessly.

He moved his head down towards her pussy and breathed into her lace panties sexily. The warmth sent sparks up her body, causing her to squeal slightly. Very slowly, he placed one hand on either side of her hips and slid his hands into the inside of her panties. He tugged at them slightly, allowing them to slip off her hips, down her thighs, past her knees and off completely once they reached her feet. He paused to admire her glistening pussy before burying his face in between her legs. 

He licked her clit, lapping up her sweet juices whilst she thrust into his face. Shivers shot up her spine as he took one finger and slipped it into her drenched pussy, sliding in and out teasingly. She threw her head back, allowing the feeling of his tongue flicking against her clit and his finger pounding her to surge through her body like a bolt of lightning.

"More," she begged. "I want more."

He smiled; he then bit her clit lightly and slid another finger into her. She moaned louder. He thrust his fingers as deep as possible into her and began to curl his fingers slightly, which only made her pussy even wetter. She began to pull her knees back further so that he could finger-fuck her even more deeply. He slipped another finger into her dripping wet pussy. Looking down, she watched him lick her pussy – this only turned her on more.

"Fuck me. I want you to fuck me," she pleaded, feeling her juices dripping down from her pussy towards her arsehole. "Now."

"Only if we do it however I want," he replied slyly. He turned her over and propped her up so that she was face-down – she still needed assistance as her hands were still bound by the black tie. He pulled her dress up to her waist so that he could see her bare arse cheeks. "Stick your arse out for me." She followed instructions and stuck her arse out in the air, waiting to be fucked. 

Admiring her arse, he could see where her pussy had leaked and dripped down to her arse. He gently rubbed her arsehole with his finger, which made her moan under her breath. "Oh, you like it when I play with your arse?" She nodded in agreement whilst groaning gleefully. He slipped his finger swiftly into her tight arsehole. She quickly stuck her arse out further, pushing his finger deeper into her. With his other hand, he reached in between her legs and rubbed her clit again. She started grinding against his hands uncontrollably, emphasising the impact of his fingers. Her thrusts became faster. His cock became harder. Her pussy became wetter. She was just about to cum...

He stopped. He withdrew his hands, leaving her with her arse in the air and her hands tied behind her back. "I only want you to cum when my cock is deep inside you," he said in a low voice, kissing one of her arse cheeks tenderly.

She could not see him, but she could hear shuffling from behind her. She waited eagerly until she felt his hard cock rubbing against her pussy. He stroked her cunt up and down with the tip of his dick, which triggered her instinctual thrusting once again.

Finally, he slowly entered her. She felt the tip of his warm cock entered her, followed by his large shaft. She felt him thrust gently all the way into her – but taking his time – pull back, and then thrust deeply back into her. The feeling of his cock plunging into her made her tremble. She dug her fingernails into the back of her hands – she loved to be teased like this. He unhurriedly entered and re-entered her pussy. She tried thrusting on to his dick to quicken the pace, but he grabbed her hips with his hands and held her still. She moaned.

He gradually built up the speed, still fucking her deeply, and she gradually got louder. He eventually let go of her hips and allowed her to ride him, thrusting fervently as she managed to sink his cock even deeper into her. Soon enough, they were fucking rapidly and roughly. She could feel herself getting closer to orgasm as he pumped in and out of her ardently.

"Oh my God, I'm gunna cum," she managed to say in between moans. He thrust his cock into her deeper than before – as deep as possible – just as she came all over his cock. She quivered as he thrust his dick deeply into her twice more and came inside her. 

She remained facing down with her arse in the air, cum dripping from her pussy on to the floor. He moved up towards her face. Pulling her hair to one side in order to reveal her beautiful face, he kissed her deeply, cupping her chin and rubbing his thumb against her cheek. 



The Restaurant



I am in the restaurant. I have been placed at a table that has a free table almost opposite me and all the other tables are full of a mixture of couples and a group who seem to be celebrating a birthday. When you walk in I know immediately that it is you; the fleeting glimpse of her new hairstyle is enough, but I also know from the way that both of you are surreptitiously scanning the restaurant. He notices me first but makes no hint of recognition. As the waiter takes her coat, she notices me too but similarly does not pay more than a glance. We do not exchange any eye contact as the waiter guides you to the free table.

I am sipping at my wine as you order yours and this momentary distraction as you engage with the waiter allows me to take in her dress. I can see partially under the table and notice that the dress comes to just above her knees and I see that her legs are covered by stockings. I cannot see the top of the stockings but I still know that they are stockings. You see, what nobody else in the restaurant knows as they engage in their conversations and eat and drink, is that I know all of the clothes that she is wearing ... because I bought them for her; chose her size for her basque, the right length stockings for her height and the suspenders that match the two items. And he knows too. He knows because he took them from me when we met in a pub days before, when he took them home to give to her. But ... it is our secret.

He and I know both know how the materials feel that cover her body, and she too becomes acutely aware of the touch of the material, especially the basque that lifts her breasts and she becomes aware of this connection between mind and body that makes her nipples tingle and harden. She is further aware of the connection between herself and these two men - first her man who is talking to her as she looks into his eyes, eyes behind which she knows that he is aware too, and then also this older man who sits opposite. The man who, to everyone else is a seemingly disinterested stranger, but she has shown herself to this man, allowed him to see her penetrated by her man, fucked roughly on her hands and knees in her living room as this man watched on webcam.

And now she sits with her two men; disconnected by the pretence of this strange ritual of eating and drinking with no contact; connected by the pretence itself and the growing wetness that betrays how bad she is to have agreed to be wearing this underwear, the underwear bought for her by the man that she has not had direct eye contact with yet.

And then it happens. It is only fleeting but my glance around the room as I eat momentarily collides with hers. That electric moment is shared by him as he recognises in her expression that split second moment and he too turns and we make eye contact ... the faintest hint of a smile from all three. We continue with our food and a second glance at her reveals that she has become slightly flushed. She does not meet my gaze as she is leaning forward in hushed conversation with him.

I know what will happen next, not because we have agreed or even discussed it, but because it is what must happen next. She knows that she must go and she knows that I will follow. She slowly rises from her chair and I watch her walk in her heels past me to the toilets. Within seconds, I too rise and follow. As I enter through the door she is standing in the vestibule before the male and female toilets. She is almost facing the wall and appears to be looking for something in her purse. I walk slowly and silently up to her and behind her. I lean forward and gently kiss the nape of her neck while simultaneously I slowly run my hand up the back of her leg, under her dress and feel the stocking until my hand meets the cool smoothness of her bare leg and the material of the suspender. As my hand travels further up I can feel her legs tense slightly and I notice that her hands have stopped moving in the purse. Involuntarily, as my fingers become swamped with the heat and wetness of her excited lips, her feet move slightly apart and I can hear that she is breathing heavily. Despite the danger of discovery, when the door to the restaurant opens, I do not remove my hand as we both know who it will be, and sure enough he appears. He comes closely towards her and she turns slightly towards him. I come even closer behind her and she becomes aware of my hardness pressing slightly into her so shapely bum. His hand mimics my movement from the front and now she has both men exploring her wetness from the front and from the back, our fingers gliding and bumping into each other as they slip through her syrupy juices. He presses forward and she feels his hardness too. He is kissing the front of her neck as my lips glide across the back and her free hand feels him through his trousers and then comes round to feel me.

We know it must stop and it does when the door handle from the restaurant turns. We disengage and she pulls a small piece of folded paper from the purse and places it in my hand. With that and a smile from all of us, the two of you return to the restaurant. I decide to give you time to go back to your seat for a moment and when I do return you have both gone. He must have paid the bill when we were in the vestibule.

I sit back at my seat and ask for my bill, removing the paper from my pocket. On it is written an address.



The Restaurant



i can feel the damp silk of my panties sliding down the insides of my thighs, my fingers lightly hooked in the outside band as i draw them down. 

i'm doing this. i'm really doing this.

my eyes want to shift, to look to see if anyone has seen what i just did, but i find i can't take my eyes off of His. 

He watches me, calm and collected. He'd almost be emotionless if it wasn't for the trace of amusement i can see on the corners of His lips.

i shiver.

my face grows hot.

Sitting up straight, i use my leg to draw my now discarded panties up to my hand. Taking a deep breath i do as i had been told and lay my panties down on the surface of the table. Surely someone has seen. i can only imagine what they must be thinking. 

Trust me.

There He is again, speaking to me in that way He does which requires not a single word spoken.

"Sir, may i readjust myself?" The voice which leaves my lips barely sounds like my own, yet i know it is. 

"You may," He replies simply.

i swallow hard. i know what He expects of me and for as much as the thought terrifies me, it thrills me as well.

i obey.

Standing just slightly, i raise the hem of my skirt just enough to where i can feel the cool leather of the upholstery upon my bare ass when i sit back down. 

The pink in my cheeks darkens.

my lips move, forming a gentle smile for Him as i sit there. 

"Good girl."

A flush of pride rushes through me, settling with a tingle at the apex of my thighs. Damn Him! He knew the affect He'd have on me with that. He wants me to be aroused. Here. Now. 

The pink quickly turns to a red. Is someone turning on the heat in here?

i look around the restaurant, desiring to be looking anywhere else but at Him.

The waitress comes over and looks to us both. Oh god, she's seen the panties, hasn't she? i know she has. We're going to be kicked out. Isn't this a violation of health codes? Within seconds my mind is already turning and churning with the stress and embarrassment of what i've done. i look to Him.

Trust me.

i take a deep breath and focus on Him. i obey His silent command and let the stressful thoughts flow away. Yet still the embarrassment is there.

He orders our food and drink. i remain silent, not even looking at the waitress. 

i know i should be paying attention but at this moment i am far too preoccupied with the fact that my panties are on the table, no doubt with a neon pink sign flashing, "Wet Slut Right Here!" Also, not to mention, the fact that just a glance from Him has me wet and i can only imagine how wrong in so many ways it is for me to sit here, panty-less with my bare ass on this seat, being wet.

my cheeks turn rosier. 

i shift a bit from side to side and the waitress nods to us, quickly departing. Does she know? How could she not know?

i squirm.

Poor leather upholstery.

"Here. i brought something for you." His words snap me out of my thoughts and my green eyes move to His. Suddenly, all my stresses and worries fade looking to Him. 'Trust me' He said, and i do. i know i am safe in His hands.

That is, until He draws out the silken pouch He'd slipped into my purse. The pouch i was not to touch nor look into. 

i swallow. 

He beckons for me.

Very grateful for the half-moon shape of the booth, i sit up and slide over to Him. Oh no, what if i've left a damp spot where i was sitting? The waitress is surely going to see it.

i blush crimson at the thought.

Settling beside Him, He pats His leg and i know i am to raise one leg to drape over His. He wants my legs spread. He wants them open.

Again i start to panic slightly. Open? But what if someone looks over here? What if they see...well...me? 

An involuntary shiver runs through me. 

Still, i obey and lift my leg to drape over His. Now my legs are parted, open for anyone who looks close enough to see my bare slit and glistening cunt lips. Well, at least it's dim in here.

Looking to Him now though, my panic slightly fades and i am intoxicated once more by His closeness. 

His scent. 

His warmth. 

His eyes.

His lips.

my lips part instinctively and i find myself leaning closer to Him, desiring to kiss those lips.

Cooly, He shakes His head and gives me that stern look which means i am not allowed.

i give Him a gentle pout then look down to the silk pouch in His hands. i'm curious and nervous at the same time.

He opens it.

i hold my breath.

Yet He does not let me see what He brought, so i bring my gaze back up to His. 

"Lean up into me and kiss me." His voice is soft, a whisper, yet still heavy with His commanding tone. 

i obey, turning my knee that was draped over His leg to rest on the small space between His thighs. 

Oh my.

Even through His trousers i can feel Him, as was no doubt His intention for me to feel. 

Then suddenly His lips are on mine and i am lost to the abyss of passion which consumes me.

So soft, yet rough. 

Passionate yet docile. 

So many mixed sensations wrapped into one simple kiss.

my reverie is quickly broken though as i feel something penetrate my cunt under my skirt. my eyes fly open and i quickly look around before looking back to Him.

Only the trace of a grin is on His lips and a moan is fighting to break free from mine. 

Slowly He begins to shift it inside me, thrusting and moving it as He penetrates me with it.

So hot. So hard.

Don't stop. Oh please, don't stop.

And just as i think i can take no more without moaning aloud, the penetration stops and i sigh sharply.

Too soon for a relief sigh, though.

He is not done with me.

All too soon i feel the pointed tip of the object He just penetrated my cunt with rimming the entrance to my ass. my eyes fly open and panic sets in. i look hard into His eyes, knowing if i look away i will set fully into panic and thus disappoint my Sir. 

Such a thing cannot happen.

i feel the tip begin to push into me and i cannot help the soft whisper of a whimper that leaves my lips. my body resists yet He continues, pressing it in until the whole of it pops into me, leaving only the small handle outside my body. 

i sigh and hold our gaze, letting my body adjust to the invader.

In this moment He is warm and gentle, caring and concerned - supportive.

Once a few moments have passed, and a few more kisses exchanged, my now calm collected Sir pats my ass lightly.

i am adjusted to it. 

The plug rests within me, sending all too familiar mixed signals of pleasure and discomfort at the same time.

Obediently, i turn and sit back down beside Him. With His gesture back over to where i had originally been sitting, i nod and slide back over to my spot. 

Just in time too as the waitress brings our meal.

Though food is not on my mind. In fact, nothing really is. Not my food. Not the restaurant. 

The plug is. 

He is. 

i force myself to pay attention to the food, knowing He took great care and effort in ordering this for me. Alfredo, it looks like, bits of shrimp decorating the top. Once the waitress leaves us, i smile to my Sir and wait for the appropriate gesture which signals me that i am allowed to eat.

When given, i take a fork full, carefully twisting the pasta along it. Its creamy and just the right consistency. 

i lift it up to my lips, parting them in preparation for that delicious bite.

What in the...!?

Pleasure suddenly amasses me, drenching every muscle and rippling through me. Where...What...

my face pales as i realize where it is coming from yet flushes with the waves of desire.

The plug. Its vibrating.

Looking rather wide eyed, i give Him a weak smile. Its everything i can do not to moan or cry out. i look around, baffled that no one else has noticed yet. 

He nods to my forkful of food expectantly, a glint of wickedness in His gaze.

Taking a breath, i obediently bring it to my lips and take the mouthful. It's delicious, as i suspected, and beyond perfect. Rather quickly though my body makes a small connection between the near-orgasmic pleasure in my cunt and ass to the delicious flavor of the Alfredo. 

Damn Him.

Suddenly the vibrations stop – just in time thankfully. i take a deep breath and reach for a glass of water. 

He looks quite amused whereas i feel quite embarrassed. How can no one else see? Know? Surely now i am the neon pink sign screaming "Wet Slut Right Here"!

i look around.

i guess not. 

Looking back to Him, i give Him a weak smile before reaching to take another bite. Well if no one has noticed what has happened so far, surely they will notice the fact that my cheeks and face are as red as a cherry in June.

i take a deep breath and look to my food, going for another bite.

And just like the last, right before the bite is in my mouth, the plug activates and pleasure overwhelms me. Taking a bite, i let out a soft moan. 

As soon as the bite is finished, so does the vibrations. 

i take a deep breath and shiver. 

Damn Him.

This continues for the whole meal, bite after bite. One bite Alfredo, one plug buzzing in my ass. 

Up and down, He toys with me like a yo-yo. 

i come to the edge many times and always, i quickly drop before i release. 

By the time the meal is done, the plates removed, check paid and i quite thoroughly frustrated, He stands up and offers me His hand to stand. 

i take His hand and stand up, finding my legs rather weak and shaky. i glance back to the table and notice a small damp spot on the seat where i sat. 

Suddenly, the heaviness of His voice is in my ear. 

"Pick up your panties; wipe off the mess you've made." 

Obediently, i do so, bending over to grab my panties. As i do so, once more the plug activates and vibrations of pleasure sing through me. Gritting my teeth, i struggle to do the simple task He laid out for me. 

Once done, i begin to move to place the panties in my purse. 

i can only imagine the look on my face when He shakes His head and says simply, "No, leave them on the table." 

And with that, quite matter-of-factly and yet still gracefully, with the plug still singing in my ass, He escorts me out of the restaurant and out to the car.



The Restaurant



Hello everyone and thanks again for listening.  I've really been amazed at all the great comments and feedback that you all have left me.  I hope that I can keep delivering great audios for you to enjoy.

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The Restaurant



I have been talking to my friend Edward for the past few months. We have been having cyber sex online for awhile now. We have had some very hot and exciting conversations. We have traded pictures back and forth, and have decided that we will finally meet.

We plan to meet at a Japanese restaurant. I am very excited, and want to look my best. I decide to wear a red dress. The dress is very tight and accentuates my curves. I am wearing red pumps to match my dress. We have agreed to meet at the restaurant.

I arrive at the Japanese restaurant. Edward is waiting by the Koi pond. The Koi pond is filled with the most amazing and beautiful fish. I approach Edward and give him a hug. Edward looks exactly like his picture. I am quite relieved, as you really are never sure who you are chatting with online.

We walk into the restaurant, and the hostess takes us to our table. The ambiance is wonderful. There is soft music playing. There are beautiful pictures of Japanese women hung on the walls. There are elaborate fans hung over doorways. Beautiful statues all around the restaurant. There are also lacquer standing vases, with freshly cut flowers all placed around the restaurant.

The waiter takes our drink order. Edward gets a beer and I get a mixed drink. We start to talk, and it is exciting to finally be in front of each other. We have been talking for months, but always behind the presence of a computer.

We kiss, lips barely touching. Edward's tongue, licks the top of my lip gently. As we look over the menu, Edward's right hand finds my left knee, and gently rubs the inside. I don't say a thing or push Edward away. Edward's fingers are moving in circles, traveling further up my thigh. My breath quickens, my nipples become evident through my dress.

I never take my eyes off the menu. Edward starts to feel the moistening of my pussy through my panties. I open my thighs invitingly, as his middle finger strokes my swollen lips through the thin fabric. Edward's erection is building up his leg, and I can feel his hardness through his pants. I start to unzip his pants, and he pushes my hand away and says, "Not yet."

The waiter returns to take our order. Edward's hand never leaves my thigh. We tell the waiter what we would like for dinner. As the waiter leaves, Edward tells me to go to the ladies room, take off my now soaked panties, and hand them to him back at the table. I do it without question. As I come back to the table, Edward opens my hands and takes my soaked sexy thong. Edward lays my panties on the table as the waiter brings our food out. The waiter sees the panties and smiles.

We start eating, barely saying a word. Edward's fingers are between my legs again. Edward's middle and ring fingers open my wet lips and slide inside of me. My pussy is so wet. I softly moan as Edward is fingering me and rubbing my clitoris. My eyes are closed, and I spread my legs wider as Edward works on my swollen pussy.

I then unzip Edward's pants. I take out his rock hard cock, and start to stroke it. Edward's cock is so hard. I start to rub him from his base to his head. Edward's cum is oozing off his cock. I rub my fingers across Edward's cock, and bring it to my lips. We both want each other so much.

The waiter comes by to clean the table, and asks us if we want dessert. Edward tells the waiter that I am dessert, and motions towards the still wet panties on the table. We leave them there as he pays the bill.

Edward booked a room at a nearby hotel. We start kissing very deep and passionately. Our tongues are dancing in each others mouths. We help each other undress. Edward unzips my dress and the dress falls to the floor. He unhooks and removes my bra. I unbutton his shirt and take it off. I unzip Edward's pants, and remove his boxers.

Our bodies are pressed against each other. Edward's hands are all over me, massaging and caressing my breasts. He starts to pull my nipples, pinching them, flicking them, twirling them, and biting them. I start to moan and feel like butter in his arms.

I drop to my knees and start to play with his hard cock. Edward is eight inches long, and very thick. His balls are shaven. I start to lick and suck his balls. I begin to slap Edward's cock across my face, hitting my nose and chin. He seems to like that, and starts to moan.

I then start to trace the outline of his cock with my tongue. First licking upwards to the head, and then licking down his shaft. I slip a finger inside Edward's asshole, and I bring his cock closer to my mouth. My lips are loosely around his thick cock. I glide Edward's cock inch by inch down my throat. My cheeks are bulging, and spit oozes down the corners of my mouth. I am taking him deeper and deeper down my throat. His cock is now hitting my tonsils. I am now pressed against his stomach, swallowing his very hard cock. I am fondling his balls as I am blowing him.

I push Edward onto the bed, and I straddle him. I guide his cock into my dripping pussy. I am rocking over his very hard cock, moving my hips and ass, as I am bouncing over his cock. Edward's hands are on my waist. I am moving my body faster and faster over his hard cock. My hands are pressed against Edward's chest. He is rubbing my breasts, and holding my back as we are fucking.

I then go back, and start to suck Edward's cock, taking him deeper and deeper into my mouth. I then sit reverse cowgirl on his cock, which is pounding into my sweet pussy. My legs are straddling him as I bounce up and down over his cock. I am rubbing my clitoris, as I fuck Edward. His hands are on my waist, and he is moving my ass up and down, as we continue to fuck. His cock is drilling into my pussy. I am moaning and screaming.

I go into my purse and take out some lube. Edward rubs it all over my ass, and his cock. He slowly puts his cock into my very tight asshole. It feels so tight going in. Once it is in, it feels amazing. Edward is fucking me really fast, and I am moaning. I am rubbing my clitoris, and insert three fingers into my very wet pussy. I am fucking my pussy with my hand, as Edward is fucking my ass. The thrusts are very deep and very hard. We are both moaning, as he is fucking me harder and faster. Edward starts to spank my ass, and the slaps sting a little but it feels amazing.

Edward tells me he is going to cum, and I get back on my knees, and start to suck his very hard cock again. I feel his cock twitching in my mouth. He releases all his hot and salty cum down my throat. Edward's cum tastes amazing. His legs are shaking, and I am draining his cock of all the remaining cum.

Edward then runs to the refrigerator, and gets some boxes. He lays me down and spreads my thighs. Edward takes a ripe strawberry from the box, and slides it into my pussy. Coating it with my juices, he pulls the strawberry out and feeds it to me. Then he puts another strawberry inside of me, and he eats it. Edward slides between me, and hungrily eats my delicious and oozing pussy. I taste of strawberry, and my pussy juices are delicious.

We just lay in the bed kissing deep, and passionately. We are cuddling and our bodies are pressed together. We had an absolutely wonderful night. We know we will be seeing each other again. We fall asleep in each others arms, and drift off to sleep.