21 comments/ 44139 views/ 7 favorites The Restaurant Ch. 01 By: Jarhead14 It was 1:45p.m., almost closing time, when I walked into the restaurant. It closes between 2:00 and 5:00 to get ready for the dinner crowd. Debbie was the hostess today. She saw me come in and walked over to greet me. She reached for my arm and led me to the large booth in back. Most of the other lunch customers having already left, this side of the restaurant was deserted. Some of the lights had been turned off to indicate the section was closed, so it was dim where I was seated. As I sat down, Debbie said "Coffee?" "Please," I replied. "Bobbi will be here in a minute." That meant today was Bobbi's turn. "I'll get the coffee," she said. "Thanks." Deb leaned over and gave me a quick peck on the mouth as I caressed her ass, then ran my hand up the inside of her thigh. As she walked away, I admired the slender legs and great ass. Dark brown hair cut above her shoulders. Naturally brown. I know. I couldn't see them from this angle, but she has large breasts for such a slender woman. She has to be in her late thirties, maybe early forties. I never asked. It never mattered. But I've been coming here for a long time and she has been here all that time. Not really a pretty woman, but attractive and strong willed. I like women with strong personalities. Watching her walk away, I remembered how this all started. It was late, a long time ago. The restaurant was closed but as I was walking by I saw a light on where one shouldn't be so I let myself in. As I walked toward the back, I saw Debbie curled up on the seat in one of the small booths, looking forlorn. She had her knees pulled up to her chest, her head resting on her arms, eyes hidden from view. I could tell she was very close to crying just by looking at her. I walked noisily down the aisle so I wouldn't startle her. She looked up and watched me slide into the seat across from her. "How did you get in here?" "I've got a key," I told her. "You know Anita?" she asked. "Yeah. Are you all right?" She started crying, tears streaking her cheeks. I moved around the table and slid in next to her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and buried her face in my chest, her tears soaking through my cotton shirt. I put my arms around her to comfort her. "I can't go home." "Can I help?" I asked. That's me, helpful. Clueless, since I didn't know what she was talking about, but helpful. "You hardly even know me." "Once a Boy Scout, always a Boy Scout," I said. That's gotten me into some weird situations over the years, but that's the way it goes. She didn't reply, but she stopped trembling, still huddled in my arms. We sat like that for a while. "Why'd Anita give you a key?" I debated with myself for a moment, then decided there was no reason to tell her Anita is my mother. It's not something we advertise since there's a chance it could put her in danger. A really tiny chance, but possible. I waffled, while still telling the truth. "We're partners," I said, "Sort of, anyway. But Anita runs it. I'm a silent partner. More like an investor than a partner. I just like having some place to come to." "But you always sit alone and don't talk much." "Umm. I don't need to be part of it. It's a friendly place. I like being around people, but I also like to be alone." We were quiet for several minutes, then I said, "Don't take this wrong, but if you need a place to stay tonight, I' ve got an extra bedroom." She looked up at me, not answering. I pulled my arms from around her and held up both hands, making a 'stop' gesture. "No agenda. It's got a lock and it's own bathroom. You're welcome to use it. That's all. I'm not hitting on you." "You never hit on any of us. You don't even flirt like most guys. Why not?" "No reason. That's just the way it is." "No one would mind. All of the girls like you. They . . . we all think you're hot." "Right," I chuckled. "Serious. The way you look and walk. You don't talk much and you're always so polite and friendly, even if something gets screwed up. You treat us like people, not slaves. You talk soft, but it's . . . I don't know, like you're quiet and friendly but don't mess with you. No one even knows your name." I told her my name. So softly I barely heard her, "I'd like to use that extra bedroom. If it's ok." "C'mon," I said pulling her to her feet. "It's just a block down the street." "You live there?" she asked, surprised. It's a luxury residential condominium complex. Each unit has a private entrance. I have a two bedroom & den unit I call 'the suite.' "No," I said, "but I own one of the units. I spend time there sometimes." Holding her hand in mine, I led her out and locked the door, then we walked down the street. She stood quietly while I opened the door and reached inside to turn on the light. Closing the door behind us, I went to the fireplace and lit the gas log. When it was adjusted, I started toward the kitchen. "I'll make some hot chocolate." I said. "Or would you rather have coffee? Or tea? Real or decaf. Or something else. Soda. Milk. Wine. Beer. Not much of a selection of hard stuff. Scotch. Bourbon. Maybe some vodka." "Hot chocolate'd be great." When I walked back into the living room, she was sitting on the sofa watching the fire. I put the mugs on the coffee table. She didn't seem to notice the chocolate, so I took her hands and wrapped them around the mug. I sat on the sofa near her. Not so near that it would alarm her. "Oh. Thanks." She turned toward me. "Want me to tell you what happened?" "Up to you," I said. "No obligations. Remember?" "It's really stupid. Ralph's mom thinks I should get a 'real' job. Ralph's my husband. I told her to stay out of my business and she got pissed at me. Ralph took her side. We've been living with his folks until we can afford our own place, so she thinks she can run my life. Anyway, I got mad back, got mad at Ralph and just left. It'll be ok, but I can't go back tonight." "Ok." I stood up, reached for her hand and pulled her to her feet; then led her down the hallway. "This is the guest room. It has its own bath. There's new toothbrushes in the medicine cabinet. Toothpaste, etc. Oh. Wait a sec," I said. I walked to the master bedroom, got a clean T-shirt and brought it back. "This should work to sleep in." I handed it to her, and she held it up against her chest. It drooped almost to her knees. "Take a shower. Bath. Whatever you'd like. Toss your clothes out, I'll put them in the washer so you have something clean to wear tomorrow." "Thanks." "You're welcome." I smiled. "I'll be in the den if you need anything. It's right there, that first door this side of the living room." She nodded and walked in, closing the door. A couple of minutes later I heard the shower running so I walked back to the guest room and grabbed her clothes. She'd left them on the floor just outside the bathroom door. I tossed them in the washer, started the machine, and went back to the den and fired up the computer. About half an hour later, I heard Debbie walk in. Her hair was brushed back, glistening from the shower. I caught a whiff of lavender soap. My T-shirt hung around her small frame, except where her large breasts held the shirt out from her slim torso and tiny waist. Her nipples were erect, poking through the fabric. From the cool air, I figured. The shirt ended a couple of inches above her knees, revealing the rest of her marvelous legs. I felt a stirring in my pants. "Something wrong?" she asked. "No. I startled a little. You were so quiet coming in. Hungry?" "Yeah. Do you have something I could fix." "No. But I have something I can fix. You have to keep the sofa from moving." After we ate, I left her watching TV while I showered. I put on a pair of sweat pants and a T-shirt then put a movie in the player. Debbie came out of the den. As she walked across the room to the sofa, her breasts jiggled so I knew she had not put her bra back on. She walked over and sat near me, then leaned back and relaxed. When she sat down, the T shirt pulled up to about the middle of her thighs. She tucked one leg under her, revealing the inside of one thigh, almost up to her crotch as the shirt crept further up on her thighs. She looked very sexy. The urge to touch her was almost overpowering, but she didn't need that on top of everything else. We had been watching the movie for only a little while when Debbie unconsciously turned around and leaned back against me, laying her head on my shoulder. "Oh," she said, starting to move away, "Sorry." My arm slid off the sofa onto her shoulder, holding her in place with a gentle pressure. "No," I said. "It's O.K. You're fine right where you are." She curled an arm around my head to the back of my neck and stretched up to kiss me lightly on the cheek. Leaning back, she said, "You're sweet. Thanks." She was quiet for a time, and I eventually realized she had fallen asleep. I shook her gently to rouse her then stood up and pulled her to her feet. With a hand at the small of her back, I guided her to the guest bedroom. At the door, she turned to me, slid both arms around my waist and hugged me tightly to her. "Thanks for everything," she said. "And for not taking advantage." I lifted her chin gently and gave her a quick peck on the lips. "Sleep well, pretty lady. I'll see you in the morning." I turned her around and gave her gentle push. I decided not to finish the movie, so I headed to bed myself. Just before I dropped off, I heard Deb knock softly on my door. "You asleep yet?" "No. Come on in." I propped myself up against the headboard as she sat on the side of the bed. "I woke up and can't get back the sleep. I don't want to be alone . . . ." Her voice trailed off. "Could you sit with me for a while?" "I'll be right there." I got up and put on the sweats, then walked down the hall to the guest room. Deb was half sitting up, under the covers. When I started to pull the chair over near the bed, she patted the bed and said, "Could you sit here? You don't have to do anything. But could you hold me?" I slid onto the bed, putting my arm around her. She pressed herself against me, laying her head in the hollow of my shoulder, her arm across my waist. She reached up to kiss me under the ear, whispering, "Thank you." We lay like that for some time. Her breathing deepened but I wasn't sure she was asleep, so I didn't move. As least most of me didn't. Part of me was more interested in her as a woman than in being a nice guy. Gently, I brought my other and across my body and softly caressed her face. As I started to pull my hand away she reached for it, kissed my palm then pulled it down and held it against her breast. "I said you didn't have to do anything. I didn't say you shouldn't," she murmured into my neck as she pushed her breast against my hand. I felt her hard nipple under my palm as her breathing caused it to rub against my hand. As I caressed her breasts, letting my palm brush lightly over her nipples, through her shirt, her breathing deepened. She lifted her mouth to mine and kissed me, her mouth open slightly, and her tongue grazing across my lips. She flipped the bedcovers back as I moved off the bed. When I slid under the covers, Debbie half rolled toward me, pressing her body against mine, stretching up to kiss me. She reached for my hand, pushing it down her body. When we reached the hem of her T shirt, she let go of my hand to pull the shirt up so I could slide my hand under it. I slid my hand down her legs, brushing across the tops, then the insides, of her thighs. As I moved my hand, she shifted her weight and spread her legs slightly. When I started back up the inside of her thigh, she spread her legs even wider, opening her sex to me. I ran my finger up and down her furrow, pressing a little harder as I brushed across her swollen clitoris. I traced the lips of Debbie's pussy for several minutes then gently slid my middle finger into her now wet opening, eliciting a groan from her. She broke our kiss, burying her face in my neck, grunting each time she pushed back against my hand as my finger slipped into her. She put her hand on top of mine, pressing me into her as she moaned softly, whispering, "That feels so good." Without missing a stroke, I extended my thumb and probed gently between her lips until I found her clitoris again. Using a very light touch, I ran the tip of my thumb across its surface. She jerked her hips and gasped, "Oh, my God!" I stroked the length of my middle finger slowly across her clit, causing her to moan with delight into my mouth as we kissed. Her eyes closed, mouth slightly open, reaching for orgasm. Suddenly she let out a long moan, bucking against my fingers. Her body went rigid as I felt her muscles tense, her body arching against me. Then she went limp and collapsed against me, breathing hard in the cool air of the room. I hugged her against me, feeling the rapid in-out of her breathing slow as she recovered. We lay there for a few minutes, resting, while I slowly ran my hands up and down her back. I leaned over to kiss her breast, then slowly kissed my way down her stomach. I slid my hands between her legs to spread them, then kissed by way down her pubis. When my tongue brushed across her clit, already erect and sensitive, Debbie groaned with desire. "What are you doing?" she gasped. "No one's ever done this?" "Never." "If you want me to stop, say 'no.' That's all it takes to make it stop." She didn't say no. I kissed her pussy lightly. She bit her lower lip, her soft mewl becoming a moan as I began to lick her. I took my time, alternately sucking her labia and flicking my tongue over her clit while my finger gently probed her pussy. When I thought she was ready to come, I took her clit between my lips and began sucking and licking it. Every few strokes I pushed my tongue into her pussy, then after a pause I licked her clit again. She squeezed my head with her thighs. Three times she was close to coming, her body arching and her moans reaching a peak, and each time I eased back, licking her labia, kissing and licking her inner thighs. Each time I backed off she gasped - but she was learning how good it felt when I started again. I took her clit between my teeth gently, flicking it with my tongue. Her hips bucked and I felt a twitch in her legs, hips and knees. It was time. When I gently bit her clit as I sucked hard on it, she came. Her thighs clamped me as she wrapped her legs around my head. Her hips snapped and bucked wildly, as though she was trying to escape, but she held onto me with her legs, her hands in my hair, holding me against her. She collapsed onto the bed with a small shudder, completely relaxed. I moved up, hugging her close, moving her so her head lay rest on my chest. When she had her breathing under control, I turned her mouth to mine, kissing her deeply as I stroked her breast. She tucked her face under my chin, her arms around me. Her arms tightened about me as she pressed her mouth against my neck. She finally pulled back from me a little bit to look in my face. "It's never been that good for me. Ever. Now it's your turn. I can't do it as good for you but I'll be as good as I can." "Shhh," I said. "It doesn't work like that. We're not trading. No obligations. Remember?" "But I can if I want, right?" "Yes." "I want," she said, rising to kneel on the bed. Reaching down, she took my penis in her hand and held it steady as she swung a leg over me and lowered herself toward it, stopping when the head was pressing against her opening. As small as she was, I wasn't sure that she'd be able to get all of me in her. I watched her face as she pressed herself down onto me. Suddenly my dick disappeared in her. I could feel her incredible tightness as she slowly slid up and down on my erection, a look of pleasure on her face as she impaled herself. Deb leaned forward to put her hands on my shoulders as she lifted herself slightly, letting an inch or so slip out of her before lowering herself again. Then she did it again, lifting herself a little higher before sliding back down. Soon she was raising herself almost all the way off of me before dropping back down. I watched as her breasts swayed in time with her movements. I couldn't resist reaching up to caress them - marveling at how full, yet firm, they were. When I moved from softly squeezing and caressing them to playing with her nipples, Deb leaned forward, bringing her breasts to my mouth. I sucked softly on each of her areolae and nipples, getting a moan of pleasure from her as she slid herself up and down me. I began caressing her body, tracing a path from her hips to her sides, around and down her back, then on to her smooth, firm ass, down the outsides of her thighs, then back up along the tops until I was at her hips again - then starting the whole trip all over again. I reveled in her smooth, soft skin, delighted with her firm body. I was close to finishing inside her when I felt Deb slow, then stop her movement over me. I realized her efforts at pleasing me had tired her. I put my hands on her hips and held her still as I lifted my hips, pushing myself up into her. She smiled down at me, and I did it again, a little faster. As Deb held herself over me, I began thrusting up into her more and more quickly. Her eyes closed as she let herself concentrate on the feelings and pleasure I was bringing her. I pulled her down to lie flat on me, then without pulling out of her, rolled us over so I was on top. A few more thrusts and I was there. I held myself deep inside her as I emptied myself into her. As I did, I felt Deb shudder with her own orgasm. In a few moments I rolled off of her, pulling her onto her side to snuggle against me. I held her like that until she drifted off to sleep. It didn't take long. Saturday morning was a repeat of Friday night, and when we finally got out of bed, we spent the day by the pool. That evening I took her to an out-of-the-way cowboy bar I like where we line danced until midnight. By the time we got back, Deb was exhausted. I stood her by the bed as I undressed her, kissing her body lightly as I did. I lay her down, undressed, then slid into bed next to her. I moved my hand down her body, caressing her. "That . . . feels good," she said quietly, without opening her eyes. I looked down at her for a second, and then leaned down. Our lips touched lightly. I felt her tongue touch mine gently, and her fingers touched the back of my head. I kissed her deeply. My hands began to run slowly down her body, across her side to her hip, and then back up to cup her breast. I could feel her heart pounding with excitement. I ran my hand down her body to the warm flesh of her leg. She moaned slightly as I spread her legs then slid down her body to lick the insides of her thighs, careful not to touch her pussy as she pumped her hips, her hands pushing on my shoulders, trying to get me to lick her there. I lightly traced the tip of my tongue around her opening. Finally I pushed my tongue against her and moved it inside her. "Uuunnnnnhhhhh." I gently fucked her with my tongue. It was only moments before she began to grunt and move her hips back and forth, her hands pulling my head into her. "Yessssssss!" she moaned softly, her body shuddering. Her legs tightened against the sides of my head, and I licked her clit. Her body quivered, then stiffened. She shivered one more time, and then her muscles went limp as she sighed with release. I slid back up her body then rolled her onto her side as I slid my arm under her neck, pulling her tight against me. She lay her head in the hollow of my shoulder. "That was wonderful," she sighed, smiling, her eyes closing. I cupped a breast in my hand and kissed her forehead. She was asleep in less than a minute. The Restaurant Ch. 01 When I woke Sunday morning, Deb was tucked into my side. I put my arm around her, and began slowly and softly stroking her side as I lay there, listening to her breathe. I did that for maybe five minutes before I felt her give a small start next to me when she woke up. "I didn't dream it, did I?" she asked. I turned my head and kissed on the top of hers. She put her arm across my chest and gave me a hug. "Thank you," she said. She tilted her head back to look up at me and smiled; I gave her a soft kiss on the forehead in reply before she nestled her head into the crook of my shoulder again with a sigh of contentment. I leaned down to kiss her, reaching to caress her breasts. Her nipples were hard as I kissed down across her neck, gently nipping at her skin. I let my kisses trail across her chest until they reached the mound of her breast. I licked around her breast getting closer and closer to the nipple then backing away. I did the same to the other breast. "I want you," she said. "Please." I moved up over her until my cock pressed against her slit. She reached between us and brought the head to her opening. She was already wet and I slid in easily. I pulled her legs up and over mine so she could grip me as I slid into her. A few shallow strokes and then several deeper and I was completely in her, pressing against her clitoris. She pulled my face down and we kissed. As I moved in her, her head fell back, one hand behind my neck and one grasping my arm she matched my motions. A flush moved over her chest and up her neck, small sounds coming from her throat on every stroke. I sensed and then felt her orgasm. I reached my own. Debbie went stiff under me, her fingers digging into my flesh as she moaned rhythmically, "uh, uh, uh," each time our bodies met. After I spent myself in her, I slowed then finally stopped, resting with my cock still buried in her. When our breathing slowed, Deb released me. I kissed her then pulled her over to her side. She ran her hands over my chest. "I like feeling you in me." She kissed me. We lay like that for a while as I gradually softened and then slipped out of her. A little later she asked "Can I cook you breakfast?" "We could go down the street." "And I'd be the envy of everyone. But I'd like to cook for you. Besides, that way I don't have to get undressed if you want me again." "I will." "Oh. Ok." With that, she eased herself out from under my arm and stood up next to the bed - still naked. She looked down at me, and said "Thank you. For everything. Friday night. Yesterday. Last night. This morning. For right now." "You don't put something on, no one's going to get breakfast." She smiled, and went to take a shower. A few minutes later she headed for the kitchen. I got up, took a quick shower, then wandered into the kitchen. Deb was putting a huge breakfast together. Eggs, bacon, some shredded potatoes, toast. She was standing at the counter next to the toaster when I walked up behind her and put my arms around her, cupping her breasts through the t-shirt. She put her hands on the counter and turned her head to tell me "If you start that stuff, breakfast will get cold!" "Uh huh," I said, kissing her shoulder and slipping a hand inside her T-shirt to play with one of her nipples. It immediately hardened under my fingers as she tilted her head back; I pressed myself against her ass, and she pressed back when she felt my stiffening penis. "The food is going to be cold!" "Ok. I'll wait. Maybe." She grinned at me. A mug of coffee was on the table. I sipped it as I watched her move around the kitchen. She turned her head, saw me watching, and blushed slightly. "Don't you have anything better to do than watch me?" "No. Besides, what could be?" "Men!" she said. She brought the plate over to the table. Eggs, bacon, hash browns, several slices of toast. The bottom two obviously cold, but that was understandable. With the plate safely on the table, she turned around and sat crosswise on my lap. The vee neck of the T-shirt was large enough I could see the upper slope of her breast through the opening. I leaned forward, kissing it as I reached for her cunt at the same time, cupping it in my hand. "If you don't stop that, you'll get me going again. Then not only will we have some really cold food, you'll probably be late for that meeting." I grinned as I softly caressed her clit."If you'll feed me, I still might make it." She gave a mock-exasperated sigh, then smiled and reached over to pick up a piece of toast. She held it in front of me, and I took a bite. The rest of the meal went that way - me caressing her while she fed both of us. After breakfast and cleaning up, I moved behind her, pressing into her firm ass. She shuddered in my arms as she reached behind herself to wrap her fingers around my semierect penis. I massaged her breasts, and leaned over to nibble her ear. She responded by stroking my penis until I was fully erect. I rubbed myself against her, and she released her hold on my penis to put her hands on the kitchen counter. I lifted her T-shirt above her hips and moved closer. She spread her legs apart to make room for me as she leaned over the counter. I squatted a little then pressed my hips forward, feeling the head of my penis slide between her legs. Deb groaned, and reached between her legs to grip my penis and guide me to her now wet labia. I pressed forward and she positioned me at the entrance of her vagina. She let go of me to put her hand on the counter top again. I held her waist with both hands as I buried myself in her. Deb threw her head back, and I softly bit the side of her neck as I eased myself out of her until only the head of my penis was inside. Then, I gently pinched her nipples as I pushed myself back into her until the soft flesh of her ass pressed against my belly. I moved in her - slowly at first, then gradually increased the speed and force of my thrusts. As I did, she gasped her pleasure. I knew she was getting close. I felt her muscles clenching my cock. I pushed into her a few more strokes, then felt the first spurt of jizz. She tightened around my cock as she froze in place, a deep, guttural groan escaping her lips. When I'd emptied myself in her, I held myself inside her with my hands on her waist as I leaned forward to kiss her shoulders and the nape of her neck. Deb had a couple more mild spasms, then shuddered slightly. "Hand me one of those kitchen towels - I can't reach them," she said. I handed her one and she pressed it between her legs as I slid out of her. "You better take another shower," she told me. "We can't have you going to a meeting smelling like you just got laid." I saw the pleasure on her face, the laughter in her eyes. "Go on. Git!" I took another shower but I never made it to the meeting. Late that afternoon Deb went home. A few weeks later, I was at home, lying by the pool on one of the redwood loungers, when I heard the doorbell chime. I wasn't expecting anyone so I ignored it. A minute or so later I heard the side gate open. Bob looked up, his tail wagging so hard it shook his whole body. That meant it was someone he liked, although that didn't narrow it down much. A moment later, Deb came around the corner. Bob took off like a shot; wriggling his whole body, begging to be petted. She did. "I rang the bell," she said. "I thought maybe you didn't hear it. I could hear the stereo, so I knew you were here. I didn't see any other cars, so I didn't think you were with anyone." "I didn't know it was you. I wasn't expecting anyone." "Should I leave?" she asked. "I didn't answer the door because I wasn't expecting you. That doesn't mean I don't want you here," I told her, then upended my beer and finished it off. "You want another beer?" she asked, heading for the sliding patio door. "Yes. Thanks, but a Modelo. Not another one of these. I wasn't paying attention when I opened it. How can you drink it?" She laughed at my expression of mock disgust. "We can't all be big, macho, swillers of expensive Mexican beer," she said. "You want a glass this time?" "Bottle's fine," I said. "While you're in there, get a door key and a gate key out of the top left drawer of the desk. The door key's obvious. The gate key's silver. It's stamped 'Braun.'" The smile that got me made my day. She came out a few minutes later, wearing one of my vee-necked T shirts. Like all of them it reached past mid-thigh on her. I didn't think she had anything on under it. "Scrunch over," she said, handing me my beer. I wriggled sideways and lifted my arm. She lay down on her side, pressing against me, head on my shoulder. She pulled my hand around her, under her arm, pressed it against her breast. She bent her top leg to lay it across my lower stomach. My cock throbbed at the silky feel of her leg where it brushed my skin above my swim trunks. I was right. She didn't have anything on under the shirt. "This is nice," she said. "Ummhmmm." "Can we talk?" she asked, kissing my neck below my ear. "You going to dump me?" "Not today," she giggled, then serious again, "I've been thinking. It's been four weeks now? Almost five?" "Since what?" "Since the first time. The weekend I stayed with you when I had the fight with Ralph," she said. "And I've been with you here or in the suite twelve or thirteen times since. Something like that. You've had me, what? Maybe twenty-five times? Thirty?" "Including last time? Thursday?" "Yes" "I have no idea. I wasn't counting," I said. "I know," she said. "That wasn't really a question. Let me finish. After that weekend, when I saw you in the restaurant Monday and told you how sore I was? You looked like Bob had just died or something." "It's not supposed to hurt," I said. "You didn't hurt me," she said. "I was sore later because we did it so many times so close together. Anyway, after I left Thursday, I thought maybe you wanted me again but you didn't want to make me sore again," she said. "Umm," I said. She poked me, "Right? That was a question." "Didn't sound like one," I replied. "It was," she said. "Did you?" she asked. "Yes." "And the other times I was here or at the suite?" "Yes. Most of the time," I said. "Why?" "I can't make it so I don't get sore if we do it a lot, but I don't want you to be deprived either. If I can keep you satisfied, maybe you'll keep me around." "I don't think 'deprived' is the right word for a guy who's made love to you maybe thirty times in the last few weeks. And you'll be around as long as you want. There's other things we could do," I said, tracing a finger around her lips. "I know," she said. "I love it when you do that to me. And I'm going to get really good at doing it to you." She reached for my wrist, pushing my hand down to her shapely bottom. "You can have me there, too," she said. "You wouldn't get any pleasure from that," I said. "That's not the point. It's not for me. It's something I can do for you." "It might hurt," I said. I felt her shake her head. "You wouldn't ever hurt me. You're pretty big so we'd have to go real slow until I got used to you, but if you want it - it's yours." Nothing to say that. "What if I could fix it so it wouldn't be a problem?" she asked. "This?" I asked, caressing her ass. "No. That's yours whenever you want it, but I meant the rest of it. Having it any time you want - as much as you want." "You said you couldn't," I replied. "No I didn't. I said I couldn't not get sore." "There's a difference?" I asked. "There is if I'm not the only one." She let me digest that, not expecting a reply right away. Good thing. "All the girls like you. We talk about how good this guy or that guy would be in bed. That kind of stuff. You know, girl talk. A lot of it's about you. Except now I pretend I don't know. Everyone thinks you're hot, but you don't act like god's gift to women." "No?" I asked, reaching to the small of her back to press her tightly against me. "No. You're a perfect gentleman. Well, right up to when you get me naked, anyway." I could feel her smile against my chest. "Then you're the perfect lover. You always make it good for me. You know when I'm in the mood and when I'm not. Gentle when I want; and not when I don't. And you always know the difference. And you get me off every time you do me. Every time. But that's not even the best part." "It's not?" "No. You know what the best part is?" "Ummm?" "Don't laugh. After, you always cuddle. Always. No turning over and going to sleep or something. It won't be a problem getting others; it'll be choosing who. Everyone's already jealous of me. Not jealous - jealous, just they wish it was them." "Everyone? How many know?" I asked. "Just four," she said, "but I think most of the others have guessed. They just don't know who with. Only two of them know it's you." I didn't say anything for a really long time. Misinterpreting my silence, Deb said, "Maybe this was a bad idea," she said. She started to get up. "I'd better go." "No," I said, holding her against me. "I'm sorry. I was just working it out in my head." I gently stroked her back from the top of her butt to her shoulder blades, pressing her against me. Her breathing deepened and she started rubbing her body against mine with small movements. "What do you have in mind?" I asked. "Like a club or harem or something?" "Maybe. Well, not exactly. Just a couple of more girls." "Wouldn't you get jealous if I was with someone you know?" I asked after a while. "You share me with Ralph. You aren't jealous," she said. "He's your husband," I reminded her. Deb blushed a little, "Well, yeah, but even so you're never jealous or possessive. You're always attentive; always make it good for me. Maybe I just want to pay you back a little. Besides, I'd rather know who it is. They're friends, so it would be like sharing. Not knowing who would makes me crazy. Like when Rene comes in with you. Before I found out she's just your partner, I'd never been with you and I was still jealous of her. Now I know better, and this way maybe you never get tired of me. And I figure if I share, you'll make it even better for me when its my turn." Ummm." I said, never one to abandon a good line. "Besides," she giggled, "it'll keep you out of trouble. Only someone with a husband or serious boyfriend gets to play." "That'll keep me out of trouble?" I chuckled. "You'll see," she said, grinning up at me. "Basically, you'll just be a sex object." "Poor me. Who'd you have in mind?" I asked. "For now, just Cheryl and Bobbi." "For now? You guys already decided didn't you?" It wasn't a question. "Yeah," she said. "But we'll do anything you want. Any time. Any thing." "When's this supposed to happen?" I asked. She squeezed me, kissed my neck, looked at her watch. "About 15 minutes. Unless I call and tell them not to come. Do you want me to call?" "I'm slow, not stupid," I said, reaching down to pull the hem of the T shirt up. Deb shifted so I could take it off of her. I pulled her on top of me, kissing her deeply as my hands caressed her ass, pressing her into me. She moaned into my mouth as her hand slid between us, pushing my trunks down, freeing my now hard cock. I felt her breathing quicken. "15 minutes?" I asked. "We can do it," she said, smiling at me as she sat up. She straddled me, reaching behind herself to guide me into her. The Restaurant Ch. 01 The Restaurant (Part 1) ----------------------------------------- This is my first submission (pun intended)... Go easy on me, or not, haha xx ----------------------------------------- He is standing outside the restaurant. I take in his appearance; dark, masculine. Quietly he greets me and a slow, sexual smile steals across his features. I feel a pleasurable wave flow through me, as my apprehension about the evening we have planned actualises. We enter together, him taking me by the hand. His fingers are warm and strong. I tingle all over at the thought of his touch on me. I listen as he asks the waiter for a table for two, and am then lead to a table apart from the other diners. We sit down and grin at each other as the waiter places menus in front of us. I scan the menu. Oh, so many lovely dishes! The waiter departs after Sir has ordered our drinks. "I'd like..." I begin, before he interrupts. "No. I will tell you what you will have this evening. You will be silent, unless I say you may speak. Now if you would be so kind as to go to the ladies". I bite my lip, smiling, as I place my menu down. In a low voice, he mumurs, "Take off your panties and bring them back to me. But first, come here." I stand, a thrill running through me. Walking to where he is seated, I whisper in his ear. "Yes sir?" "Lift your skirt when you sit back down. I want you to feel your pussy on the rough fabric of the chair while were here, surrounded by all these other people". He looks straight at me, piercing green eyes locking into my startled expression. "Go on" he states, lifting an eyebrow, with an infuriating calm I do not share. I depart our table to find the bathroom. Oh fuck, I can feel myself getting wetter as I walk across the room. I smile at the waiter as I ask for directions. Entering the bathroom, I look at myself in the mirror. I thought it might be fun to decorate myself for him this evening. I lightly smudge my eyeshadow, perfecting the look, and admire my arty skills. I look around and make sure the room is empty, and slowly run my hands down my black, tight-fitting dress. I was ordered not to wear a bra, and lightly graze my nipples, closing my eyes as a pleasurable chill runs through me. Checking again, even though I know no-one is here, I quickly lift my dress and lower my panties, thrilling at the prospect of someone walking in at any moment. As I step out of my underwear and straighten up, I realise I left my bag at the table, shit! How am I going to take my panties back to him discreetly? Balling the fine silk in my hand, feeling the moistness of the material, I walk purposely from the bathroom. Please no-one notice! Striding on my 6-inch strappy heels back to our table, I drop my panties into his lap as I walk past. Did anyone notice? I look quickly around. As I seat myself, I see a man on a table opposite, dining alone, gazing quizzically at me. Amused, I shift my gaze to my Master. He turns to observe the stranger, then leaning towards me, he utters "Hmmm caught another man's attention?" Sitting, back, he smiles like a satisfied cat. A dangerous cat. "You look so fucking hot in that dress. I'm tempted to fuck you right here on the table, in front of everyone". I giggle at his bravado. "I'm not surprised he's staring," he continues, "do you think he noticed you are naked under that tiny dress?" I blush. And then, oh damn! I sat down without lifting my dress! Has he noticed? "So distracted by that gentleman over there." Yep, he noticed. "I don't think you followed my instructions correctly. Must I do everything myself?" He raises from his seat, walking behind me. He unfolds my folded napkin from the table. Standing behind me, I feel my breathing quicken as he leans down. I feel the warmth of his body, and watch his hand steal towards my knee. He grazes my lag, slowly sliding his hand up my inner thigh, lifting my skirt as high as it can go with my weight still holding it down. He covers me with the napkin. In my ear, he whispers "It's still not high enough. I want that skirt right up above your hips. If the waiter looks, he'll know what's going on. Naughtly girl." Kissing my cheek, he sits back down.