0 comments/ 9045 views/ 1 favorites Dinner Out By: phoster_price It was that magical time of year that my wife and I loved so. The leaves were changing, and there was crispness to the air. Yet it was still warm enough to enjoy being outdoors. Meeting her at the van, when she pulled into the drive, I greeted the beautiful women, "Hey honey. How was your day?" "Busy," she replied, as we embraced and smiled at one another. I took her hand I mine, as I said, "come here." We walked hand in hand around the end of the house, and filed through the gate at the end of the garage. Her eyes widened, and a smile drew tightly along her plump lips. Spread across the patio is a blanket, and there are countless candles flickering in the twilight. A fruity wine chilled on ice, and the picnic I had made waited for our hungry mouths. I led my wife to the midst of our temporary haven, and we had a seat on the quilt. "Wow, honey," she gasped. "What did you do now?" We kind of chuckled, before I explained, "I just thought I hadn't showed you how much I love you in a while." Tears welled in her shimmering hazel eyes. We had endured some very bad times, and shared some wonderful moments. Sometimes it was easy to take it all for granted, though I tried not to. Her tears brought them to my eyes, and we embraced. Even after all the years, I stilled loved her so. "Thank you," she smiled, and kissed me deeply. Returning from dreamland for a second, she asked, "Where are the kids?" "There at your mom's," I replied. After pouring the wine, we asked a blessing on our meal, and I served up the dinner I had made. Wanting a picnic, I kept it simple, fresh fruit, sandwiches, olives and easy to eat food that we could kind of feed one another. The soft music played low, the candles flickered in the dying light. Her skin shown ruby and bright, as the wine and relaxation took hold. Sometimes, time to just talk quietly was the best thing in the world. On our sides, facing one another, filled with all the food we wanted, I leaned and kissed her. Deborah's arm wrapped my neck, as she fell back, pulling me on top. As we kiss, deeply, passionately, I felt her breathing deepen, as the hunger in her returned. Time passed, as we kindled one another's fire. Our tongues licked and explored, dancing a lover's dance. Over clothes our hands searched one another's body, finding all the most enticing holds. Then I felt her fingers push beneath the waist of my jeans. Her bare palm rubbed my swollen, tense manhood, and her nails tickled through the supple skin of my balls. Following her lead, I ran a hand up her shirt. Pawing her soft, womanly swell through the slick fabric of her bra, she arched offering me more. My groping brought her fire higher, and she responded by rubbing me harder. Breaking our kiss, I looked at my wife as she laid beneath me, "Here?" I asked. She only nodded. As I lifted her shirt, she arched so it would slide up, and lifted so I could pull it over her long black mane. I slipped the straps of her bra off her shoulders, and folded the cups away to reveal Deborah's wonderful breasts. Her dark nipples outlined against pale, milky white skin, called for my lips. As my palm tended one, my lips went to the furthest circle. I suckled in the leathery nub, and began drawing on it, licking it, nipping it with my teeth. Kissing from one, down the valley and up to the other, I teased it as well. Then I slowly kissed and licked my way down her wonderful skin. Her hands gently rubbed my bald head, guiding me down her frame. At her waist, I sat up enough to unfasten the fly of her jeans. I pulled the flaps aside, revealing her white panties. A simple man, some of the simplest things were the sexiest to me. Those white briefs almost glowed as I uncovered them, turning me on even more if possible. With nothing to hide us but a privacy fence, and neighbors all around, as I peeled away her pants, there was a heady sense of danger there. Lit by candles, we were on display for anyone that bothered to look. Did they look? Were we seen? I guess we will never know. I settled between her flesh thighs, looking up from her crotch. Catching her fresh from work, she hadn't showered, and her scent was heady and strong as I liked it. I kissed the damp crotch of her simple briefs, and inhaled deeply, filling my nose with her musk. Her fragrance sent shivers over me, dancing along my spine. My manhood leapt within my Levi's, enticed by her erotic aroma. With my fingers, I worked the panel aside, baring her ruddy-colored depths, and tangles of thin sparse fur. My thumbs spread her, allowing my tongue to enter. I felt her salty tang nip the edges, as I pushed the tip inside. Finding her swollen nub, I began to caress and tease it tenderly. My wife pawed at her own breasts, teasing them, adding to the electricity I caused. She pinched and rubbed her nipples, as the grew and swelled into huge points. Her hips rolled and swayed, finding perfect rhythm with my lathing. "Oh yes," she whispered. "That's it baby...lick my pussy." As my thumb took over for a moment, I answered, "You taste so good." Returning to my meal, I circled her pearl with soft licks. Her thrusts grew stronger. I felt her tense. Deborah was going to cum for me. I kept teasing, licking and flicking her skin. She began to tighten, every muscle pulling. Then a powerful shudder ran through her. Deborah grunted once, and then started gasping and hissing as if she had sprung a leak. Her body was in motion. She shook and shivered, as I kept going. The soft hands on my head, now pushed my face against her. She begged for me to keep going. I was more than happy to. All too soon it passed, and she heaved up suddenly. Her lips met mine, as she drove me over onto my back. Nearly ripping my shirt off, she bared my chest. Her lips found my neck, as did her teeth. A nip felt like fire, fire that spread over me like hot coals. She was hungry, needy, in a way I hadn't seen in many months. Biting, licking, she attacked my nipples. It hurt to a point, the kind of sharp sensations that just drive me crazy. I watched as Debbie kissed down my stomach. She tore my jeans open, and tugged the front of my boxer-briefs down. As her hands worked my pants off, her lips didn't wait. Wetness and heat engulfed my needy prick. Hard, deep, fast, she had no tenderness or mercy in mind. She gulped so hard, thrust so gruff it too almost hurt. I loved when she was like that. On her knees, she worked her panties off and finished removing her bra. Now bare, she crawled over me. I watched as she impaled herself on my stiff prick. My wife began rising and falling, riding me hard. I felt her depths all around, as she leaned to kiss me. "Oh fuck me!" I groaned. She kept bucking and riding me wildly, trying to satiate her aching crotch, grinding herself against me. It had been a long time since she wanted me like that, and it was wonderful. I loved when she took me. It made me feel wanted and needed. I felt myself swell and stiffen. A familiar burn tickled inside. I was close. She kept rising and falling, slapping down stiffly. I exploded with a great throb that caused my entire being to convulse. She kept going, as I pumped her full, milking my pulsing shaft. One to get sensitive, it was quickly becoming painful. I tried to stop her, but she just wouldn't let go. I grunted and stiffened. "Just let go!" she cried. I called out loudly. The mix of pain and pleasure more than I could stand, I yipped as a wounded dog. How could something so painful feel so good? My pain seemed to trigger something in her. She exploded to. The thrusting stopped at last, as we just kind of ground ourselves together. Wetness, sticky mess matted our hair, as she fell limply on top of me. We stayed like that forever it seemed, just enjoying being so close, so alone with each other. That was one of my greatest nights. Dinner Out It had been a long day and he was running late. He called Shari on her cell phone as he pulled into his drive, asking her if she would just meet him at the restaurant. "Thanks Babe, you are always so understanding. Be there as soon as I can." He said, flipping his phone closed, as he jumped out of the car heading for the house. A quick shower and he was soon dressed in her favorite outfit. His silky tiger print jockeys, black casual slacks, and cream-colored rayon shirt. Shari was definitely into sensory overload... she loved to touch. I splashed on some Drakkar, ran a brush through my hair, and was out the door. The big fiery ball was sinking into the Sea as I pulled into Bianco's parking lot. My heart leaped as my eyes caught sight of her BMW parked off to the edge of the pavement. She was very particular about her vehicle, not wanting others to dent her car with their doors. I parked beside hers, being careful not to do the deed. I was still laughing as I walked into the restaurant. "Evening Bernie..." The MatreDe said greeting him personally. This being his favorite restaurant, he frequented it often and they all knew him by name. "Your lady is seated in your usual booth." He added giving a waving gesture with his hand to the far corner of the darkened dining room. I snatched a single red rose from the vased arrangement on the side bureau as I made my way back to our booth. I could smell her sweet womanly scent as I approached. Her beautiful blue eyes twinkled as I slid into the seat beside her, presenting her with the single beauty that shadowed in comparison to her own. Her hands were all over me... I knew I had worn the right clothing. She loved the variety of textures. "Uhhhhhh.." She moaned dragging her hand up and down my back. "Baby, You smell good enough to eat tonight." I laughed as I motioned for the waiter to come over, ordering wine and our usual pastas before focusing my attentions on Shari. "So, How was your day Sweetie?" I asked as she took my hand placing in on her bare thigh. She looked radiant in her simple black, v-neck rayon dress with her ample cleavage peeking over the top. "Went well actually," She answered as her tongue slipped from between her slightly parted lips sensually circling her mouth. She was slowly pushing my hand up her thigh, under her dress, easing it up to her groomed velvet garden. "Well..." I inquired feeling a lump in my throat as I felt the wetness on her inner thighs. "Have you finished that.. PROJECT.." My raised voice blurted out as my hand came to rest on her fresh smoothly shaven sex! A giggle escaped her as she parted her legs slightly. "Oh Yes.. I have Dear." She said adjusting herself in the seat, looking up at the waiter as he carefully placed our wine glasses in front of us. "Thank You..." We both answered in unison, before she pressed my fingers into her smooth wet pussy lips. My breathing was becoming labored... the bulge in my slacks was getting increasingly uncomfortable. "I missed You today," She whispered as she removed her hand from atop mine, placing it on my heated groin.. Her soft hands manipulated my growing organ into a position of relative comfort as I let out a loud sigh of relief. The waiter appeared without warning. "Is everything all right?" He asked with a questioning look upon his face. "Oh yes. Just fine. Thank you. "I answered in half a gasp as Shari tightened her grip around my raging dick. Her hot chamber was tightening around my fingers at the same time. God... She was driving me insane. The restaurant chatter increased as other diners were being seated all around us. I was relieved thinking they would overlook the clicking sound of my zipper as Shari gently tugged on its release. She leaned closer to me raising her sweet bottom off the seat, forcing my fingers deep inside her tight troth as she sunk her hand inside my jockeys grasping my throbbing cock in her palm. Wrapping her sweet fingers around my shaft slowly stroking up and down. Rolling her thumb over the tip smearing my oozing precum round and round. "How's that portrait.... cuuuuuummmminggg?" She moaned as I felt her pussy contracting around my fingers her juices flowing into my cupped hand. She dropped the cloth napkin into my lap as she lowered her head beneath the table. It took all my control to contain my moans as she put her lips over my oozing head, sucking me hard. Her cunnie was spasming out of control as she hungrily sucked my pulsating organ. I threw my head back about to explode when she stopped suddenly, pulled away, popped up in her seat, covering my exposed throbbing manhood with her napkin as the waiter placed our meals in front of us. "Hmmmm...Looks delicious.. Doesn't it Honey?" She stated in a coaxing voice as she settled into her seat, preparing herself for the feast presented before of her. I ate my pasta wondering what had gotten into her tonight. Looking over to her as she sucked a long dangling noodle into her mouth, made my cock twitch. She giggled before taking a sip of wine. "How's your dinner Honey?" She asked with a twinkle in her eye. "Ahhhh. Just fine Shari. And How was ..ahhh.. Is Yours?" He answered as the pent up frustration in his groin increased. "MMmmmm Yummmmmy." She answered sensually sucking in another noodle. He watched it disappear between her full lips. That was it he couldn't take anymore. "UUhhhhhh... Excuse me Shari. I'll be right back," He announced clutching the napkin to his groin as he hurriedly made his way to the men's room. Pushing open the door with his shoulder he rolled himself inside backing up against the wall, closing his eyes he sighed then gasped for breathe. His raging hardon throbbing mercilessly. He heard a click before soft hands tugged at his slacks. "It's okay Baby.. I'm here to take care of you," She whispered before soft lips encompassed his engorged rod. The vision of her sucking that noodle into her throat was racing through his mind as he felt his cock exploding in her mouth. She hungrily, feverishly sucked and swallowed. Moaning and groaning as she consumed his hot torrenting seed. Pushing his shaft to the roof of her mouth emptying his vessel.. "Ahhhh.." He moaned sliding down the wall to a squatting position. She lifted her dress, her sweet/musky scent attacking his nostrils as she planted her smooth shaven pussy on his face. Her woman juices were pooled, dripping from her smooth nether lips. Pulling away from the wall, he tilted his head back, piercing his tongue between her puffy lips, sinking it inside her hot wet chamber. He hungrily lapped at her sweet honey as his manhood awakened. She writhed and moaned, grinding her sweet cunt on his assaulted mouth. "Oh Baby... I'm about ready to cum.. Fuck me baby.. Please fuck me hard,” She screamed out. He pulled back from her, pushing himself back against the wall coming up to a standing position. Pulling her close he kissed her deeply sharing her sweet nectar with her as he spun her round, grabbing the hem of her short dress, hiking it up round her waist, pinning her up against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist feeling his throbbing cock penetrate her soppy openness. He slammed into her again and again as she clutched to him, riding his horn of plenty. Knock....knock...knock... "Busy.... Be out in a few." He called out as his orgasm ripped through him exploding inside her grasping convulsing chamber. They both slunk to the floor in a heap of sated passion. When they emerged from the men's room, a deafening silence had washed over the restaurant. The waiter was perched, waiting beside their table. "Dessert perhaps?" He asked laughingly. They looked at each other and answered simultaneously. "Ahhh.. Thanks but we already had it...." Dinner Out Sometimes it is simply about attraction. The nature of a relationship cannot always be told in emotions, but rather simply in primal needs. That is how we are, that is the sum total of our bond. That night in the pub was one of those times. I was in town for a meeting and we meet for drinks. You had been living here for a while and knew the best spot to find a good brew. I don't argue and simply capitulate to your vastly superior knowledge. The pub happens to be just down the street from my hotel so I meet you outside. Your standing outside the pub stomping your feet to keep warm, probably not a wise move to wear strappy heels in cold weather, but it is not that I'm going to complain. The black heels make your feet look lovely and your legs absolutely divine. I follow up the goose-pimpled flesh of your legs to the tight black skirt you are wearing. You always did know how to accent your ass, that perfect heart-shape makes blood shoot to my loins every time. Your top is buried under your thick wool pea coat and your hair is tucked up under a black beret. You see me coming and run up to give me a big hug. I pull you close and feel your thigh rub against my growing excitement. "I see you missed me," you kiss me lightly on the cheek and pull me towards the pub. "What can I saw, the cold gets to me." A light smirk crosses my face. The pub is crowded and we are shown to a booth in the back corner. The population of the bar is mainly corporate drones trying to release some cubicle tension, and I am concerned about your choice. You put your hand on my shoulder, "I know this place is full of douche-bags, but they have the best micro-brews in town." Your hand stays on my shoulder. "Okay, I'll give it a chance." I help you take off your coat and am rewarded with a spectacular view of your cleavage from over your shoulder. "Nice shirt." "Thanks, I think it is a little too tight, what do you think?" You twirl around and thrust your chest forward to add emphasis. The deeply cut purple top is tight enough to accent you waist and offer up your sizable breasts, but I don't mind. "Looks fine to me." I do notice that the attention has brought your nipples to attention, and a couple of passing guys spare them a glance as the pass by. "You do look a little cold though." You glance down and then smile. "It isn't from the cold, they like attention." After hanging our coats up, we slid into the round booth, ending up next to each other. You press your thigh against me and lean in. "I'm glad you could come out." "I never pass up a meal with an old friend." I slid a hand under the table and squeeze your knee, "and how could I turn down seeing you in heels again." "Yeah, too bad they have short table cloths here; I seem to remember a trick I wanted to try." "You are so bad, but yes, it is too bad." We spend the next couple of hours enjoying a nice meal and a liberal amount of beer. The night progresses from teasing and innuendo to light brushing touches and teasing hands. Eventually our hands start to become bolder and I rest one hand around your shoulder and the other on your thigh. I lean in to whisper into your ear. "I've missed you." You turn your head and kiss me lightly, brushing my lips ever so slightly. "You know I've missed you, can't you tell." Your legs spread slightly and the heat of your womanhood caresses my hand. "Oh my, you have missed me... been a little lonely out here?" "You have no idea." Your hand takes mine and moves it under the hem of your skirt. I know if someone was watching from just the right angle, they could see everything. I run my hands up your legs and feel your moist, uncovered womanhood waiting for my hand. "Very nice, very nice indeed," I tease my hand farther in, pushing your thighs apart. You suck in a ragged breath as I run my fingers against your mound. You've shaved back most of the hair, and my fingers run along the slit of your outer lips, teasing them apart and running along their smooth interior. I run my finger in a slow circle around your hard clit and kiss you gently on the neck as you turn away to expose the bared flesh. "Oh, you tease, just slip it in." "Say the magic word." I whisper softly into your ear, running another circle around your clit then down the length of your slit. "Fucker! Please, just slip it in." Your words are low and strained, almost husky. "As you wish." I run my fingers down and then slide two deep inside you. You thighs clamp down on my hand and you shiver a little, your breath practically whistles as you pull it through clenched teeth. Slowly I work the fingers in and out of you. You must have decided that your decision was a little premature as my stroking gets more and bolder. Your thighs squeeze tighter, trying to stop my hand, but I have the advantage of leverage and am merciless. "Ooooooo, fuck yes!" You try so hard to keep quiet and mercifully the band strikes up just as you climax. Your loud moan is elegantly covered by the lead singer's guitar tuning. You dig your nails into my thigh as wave after wave cascade across you and then your body relaxes into a puddle of post-orgasm goo. "God, I REALLY missed you, and I think it is time to go." I drop some bills on the table, likely that the waiter will have a very nice tip in my haste. You slide out of the booth, with a little wobble in your walk. You reach back and practically pull me out of the booth, reaching between us and gripping my stiff cock in obvious urgency. I nonchalantly grab our coats and turn you around to help you into yours. As I slid your coat up I press my need against the soft flesh of your ass, you push back, and wiggling a little to make sure I get the point. "We can go to my hotel." "Only if it is close, otherwise I am fucking you in the alley." "Tempting, but cold, my hotel is only a couple of blocks away." We walk down the street, only because your heels cannot run. The hotel has welcome warmth and we head to the elevator. It is late and we are alone in the elevator as the door closes and we start the ride up to the twentieth floor. As soon as the door closes I have you against the back wall. I pin your hands above your head with one hand and then run the other under your shirt, kneading your fabulous breasts as I kiss you deeply. I lean against you and press my cock into you. You run one leg behind my thigh and pull me deeper into you, your hips gyrating into my cock. We tease each and laugh the one time the elevator stops on the eleventh floor, threatening to open with our erotic tableau to the hall, but the elevator simply started back up without incident. We barely make it out of the elevator and down the hall with our clothes on. I walk behind you, my hands on your hips, teasing bare flesh at your waist. I hand you my keycard and you fumble it into the lock. The first three times you ram it in your too quick and it doesn't work. "Damn! Faster isn't always better!" I kiss your neck and guide your hand with the keycard, slowly sliding the card in deeply and then pulling it out. The lock clicks open. Once in the room you turn to kiss me and I devour your lips in a simple and understandable hunger. I put my hands on your waist and break our embrace. With smoky and insistent eyes I look up and down you. "Well your already one up on me, and I think it is time I even the score." With that I spin you around and bend you over the desk chair near us. You purr and gyrate your hips as I run my hands over your ass. I pull your skirt up around your waist and let my hands wander over the perfectly white and smooth skin beneath. Your swollen lips sit there pouting, wet, and in need. I unzip my pants and pull out my throbbing cock. I run the head along your slit, teasing you and pulling away when you push back. A sharp slap on the ass punctuates my point, "Oh no you don't, this is my turn." You shriek at the spanking, but settle down. Again I rub the tip against your slit, letting your juices mix with the precum building on the head. You moan deeply, wanting more. In one swift motion I bury myself to the base, bracing my hands on your hips. You scream and tighten from the sudden invasion. I pull almost all the way out and then thrust back in. Quickly I set up a fierce rhythm, letting your groans and screams accent my pace. This is the quintessential fuck, I've let you have your fun in the pub and now I am getting off, it doesn't hurt that I know you are enjoying it. I cannot hold out for long at this pace, and with this much pregame antics, but I try to hold out until I am sure you have had at least one good climax of your own and then I bury myself deep inside you and let myself fill you to the point that our juices start to flow down the inside of your thigh. As I relax I lean against your back, our breathing is ragged and gasping. "Sorry, I just had to tap that ass, since I saw it in the skirt earlier." "Not a problem, but that better be just an appetizer." "Oh, you wound me." I let you up and turn you around, kissing you gently. "I haven't even got your clothes off, that was more of a teaser tray." "Good, because I have been dying to try something, when that guy gets his energy back." "Why don't we take a shower and discuss it?" The water runs across your shoulders and down your chest. I watch the rivulets trace twisted paths across your skin and leap from the tips of your breasts. You lean back and let the water cascade down you. I run my hands across your skin, rubbing soap liberally. You gyrate to my touch and then turn around and back into me, letting my returning excitement nestle between in your warm soapy ass. You gyrate and grind your ass back into me. I let my hand run up your sides and then cup your heavy breasts, squeezing them slightly as you moan a little more with each movement of your hips. You turn around and grab me firmly in your hand. With a deep kiss you guide me out of the shower, our dripping bodies wet from not just the shower. You guide me over to the bed and push me onto my back, never loosening your grip on me. You rub your wet body down me and settle with my cock positioned between your glistening breasts. "I've always wanted to try this." Your give the head of my cock a quick kiss and then press your breasts together, wrapping my cock in a soft, warm, wet embrace. Slowly you start to rub my cock up and down with your tits. Every down thrust the head pops out your tits and you suck the head into your mouth. The sensation is indescribable, the soft pressure of your breasts mixed with the loving kisses on my head make me grow even harder. I can feel the heat of your sex on my leg as you bob up and down. As you get into the activity, you hips gyrate into my leg, grinding you against my shin. You breathe heavily and I start to stiffen as my climax gets close. You keep up your pressure, but stop sucking the head every time. Your eyes look ravenous as you look at me. "Cum on my tits baby, I want to see you cum." That alone sets my over the edge and ropey streams shoot forward to land on your ample bosom, cum rolls down your skin and sticks to your nipples. You let out a little scream and thrust down on my shin. I roll you over and dive into your pussy, running my tongue along your inner thigh and then thrusting it deep into your snatch. You squirm and moan as I drive my tongue in and out of you. I let you settle for a second and see you rubbing my seed into your skin. The sight makes me even hornier than earlier and I suck hard on your clit, nibbling lightly to drive you insane. You try to squirm away but I hold you down with my arms, pulling your lips apart with my fingers. You thrust into my mouth and I feel your orgasm pour over my face, you cry out and try to pull me away as I assault your clit, pulling more and more screams out of you. Only when you collapse in exhaustion do I relent, gently kissing your inner thigh as you purr and rub my hair. I climb on top of you and give you a deep, exploring kiss. Your wrap your arms around me and open your thighs to allow me in. I slide my cock deep into you, only stopping when I feel our hairs mingle and cling. You sigh deeply and wrap your legs around my ass. We continue to kiss and simply sit there in our intimate embrace, no thrusting or gyrating, just joined and full. After a while you start to gyrate your hips, slowly letting me slide out and then pulling me all the way back in. I join your slow rhythm, letting you guide our pace. We never stop kissing, and I let my hands explore your sides and breasts as we enjoy a slow, languid fuck. Our kissing matched the movement of our bodies and becomes more hungry and insistent as our climaxes approach. I can't hold out any longer and bury my head in your neck with a long groan as I empty for the third time tonight. My climax drives yours and you rake your fingers across my back as you finish as well. We collapse and quickly fall asleep still joined together. Dinner Out Note: These stories are written by cc for ls. We are in a long distance relationship and use these stories to explore sexual ideas that we can't explore directly. While chatting the other day LS brought up the "First of May", both the story and the song by Jonathan Coultan. So I wrote this to give her more to think about. I read it to her earlier today and she quite liked it. We would both appreciate any comments...enjoy! :) * It's Friday and I get home a bit late. G&K are out of town so we were going to have a nice relaxed evening together. As I pass through the house, heading to the bedroom to get changed, I give you a kiss. About 15 minutes later you still haven't seen me again and you walk back to see what's going on. I'm laying across the bed, wearing shorts and a t-shirt. I've got one of the cats sitting on my chest and I seem to be very relaxed. You walk over to the bed and put your hand on my leg. "Hey," you say to get my attention away from the cat. I look up and smile at you. Shoving the cat off my chest I sit up, grab your hand and pull you up on the bed. You decide to lay on my chest and prop your chin on your hands as they lay across my chest. We lay there, looking at each other. I stroke your hair. After a few minutes you rest your head on my chest and stretch your arms out up and around my head. I put one hand on the back of your head and the other on your back and pull you in tightly to my chest. Then I relax and run my hands down your body, lacing my fingers together and resting my hands on your lower back. "So, we have 2 options," I say, finally breaking the easy silence between us. "We can either have an evening in, just the two of us, or we can go out." You smile, "I like the idea of just the two of us!" You stretch your body out, pressing your breasts into me and then kiss my chin before resting your head back on my chest. "Well it's settled, then. Out we go!" I say. You aren't super happy with this option. You were hoping that maybe I could tease you tonight. Maybe another evening of research as I determined how to control your orgasms. You always enjoy those evenings! Pouting a little you get up. I call a local restaurant and order some take out food. You're a little curious about this since we would normally eat take out here at the house. You check yourself in the mirror. You're wearing a long flowing skirt and a simple halter top. You know I love both. Then your brush your hair one last time, put on some sandals and walk out as I hold the door. We get in the car and talk about your day. You spent much of the day talking with people in Brazil and you bring me up to speed on the news. Your sisters are doing well in school. Mom and dad both miss you and are glad that you're happy. We pickup the food and are pulling into Deer Run State Park around 7:30. It's late September, quite warm, and still well before dusk. The sun is low, but we still have about 2 hours before it's dark. Sadly, it's still hot and fairly humid. With the temperature around 33 degrees, you wonder why I want to eat at the park. We park, you grab the food bags and I grab a small backpack from the car. It's got some cold drinks and a small blanket that I lay out and we prepare our little picnic. It's been a nice day and there are lots of people here, even now. You sit and I half lay down, propped up on my elbow. The grass is soft and we take off our shoes to run our toes in the grass. The food is good. A little sushi, rice and some kind of ginger chicken dish. We take turns feeding each other the sushi. Licking each others fingers clean each time. The rice and chicken is a little messier so we each just have our own small bowls. w I pull out some icy cold water to drink. It's a nice finish and the cold water is very nice on this hot day. Even just sitting and eating we both have little drops of sweat running down our faces and bodies. After we finish eating you lay down on the blanket. Your knees bent a little to let some air circulate under your shirt. I lay down as well, putting my head on your hip. I put my hand on your belly, occasionally flexing it, like a cat might kneed you when it's happy. We chat about nothing as we lay there and enjoy each other's company after our dinner. Some time later, the shadows are far longer. The sun is setting and it will be dark in a bit more than an hour. "Do you want to take a ... walk in the woods before we go?" I ask. The pause lets you know that walking is only a part of the plan. You smile and give me an enthusiastic, "Yes!" We put our shoes back on, gather up the blanket and throw away our trash. Then we head in the direction of the nearest trail. Your halter top leaves your back almost entirely bare and I have my hand on your back as we walk. You feel hot to my hand and my hand feels hot on your back. We pass several other people, kids, couples, solo walkers, as we make our way down the path. Thinking about sex around all these people gives you a little thrill. The possibility of being caught sending a shiver down your spine even in the heat. Though we are walking slowly, we are still sweating, little traces showing up on both our clothes. We take a side trail that seems less used and a few minutes later we are deep in the park and there doesn't seem to be anyone around. Still, we head off behind some bushes and locate a few fallen trees. As we get out of view I grab you from behind and hug you. Leaning your head back you open your mouth and accept a deep long kiss. I run my hands up and down your body. Squeezing you tightly I rub and massage your chest and belly. Rubbing you all over, not ignoring your breasts, but not focusing on them either. Your arms low, and pinned next to your body by my arms, you reach back and grab my hips. Grinding your ass into my crotch you feel my dick hardening. We kiss and grind like this for several long minutes. You are breathing heavy as you enjoy the feeling of my hands running all over your body. Breaking the kiss, I look around and select one log. Swinging the backpack off my back, I pull out the blanket and place it over the branch, giving you something soft and clean to lay across. You drop your panties around one ankle and straddle the log. It's low enough that you need to bend your knees if you want it to fully support you. Your chest and face protected from the rough bark by the blanket, I admire how beautiful you are as you face me and arch your back. Your skirt around your waist, you ass in the air enticing me. I straddle the log behind you and run my fingers through your pussy lips. Sweat and your own juices combine to make you very wet. Reaching up, I grab a handful of your hair and pull your head back arching your back even more. I ease myself into your pussy through a series of very short slow thrusts. Penetrating 2-3 cm and slowly rocking in and out at that depth several times before going any deeper. You try to thrust back, forcing me to penetrate you further and faster. I put my free hand on the small of your back, forcing it down against the blanket. Between that and my hand still in your hair, I prevent you from having any leverage and you are reduced to slightly rocking your hips up and down. Though I have prevented you from getting the fullness and penetration you want so bad, you realize that the blanket will stimulate your clit and so you continue rocking. I continue my slow progress, enjoying the slow building sensations. Taking far longer than you wanted I am finally all the way in you and there I rest for a few moments. Enjoying the feeling of you rocking, I realize what you are doing. I smile and realize that I am as thankful for the blanket as you are since my balls rub across the blanket each time you rock down. I know you want hard and fast thrusts, but I go slower than full speed. A good pace, with long strokes, your arousal builds far more slowly. I keep my hand on your back and in your hair. You put one hand in front of you for support and play with your hard nipples in the other. Tonight I deny you speed you want and instead savor the feeling of you as you clench and hold my cock with your pussy. Each time I pull out it feels like a hand trying to hold me in. Squeezing me tightly. You are able to rock up and down as fast as you want, however, and the stimulation on your clit is quickly pushing you on. Your body is confused, however, between the rapid stimulation on your clit and the slow thrusting in your pussy. Instead of quickly reaching the pinnacle of orgasm, you find yourself climbing a steeper path. You reach a point and swear that you should be in orgasm, but you find yourself just a little bit away. Rocking your hips faster, I take the cue and slow down my thrusts. Denying you orgasm for just a bit longer. As I feel my own orgasm build I pick up the pace. Going from slow and steady to a faster pace, but using shorter thrusts that stay deeper. Releasing my hand from your lower back I allow you to thrust hard against me, while still keeping a hand in your hair. With your ability to move freely you thrust hard, driving yourself against me as much as you can, while also keeping yourself rubbing against the blanket. I reach my own orgasm first waves of pleasure flooding my mind. I manage to both keep thrusting and my hand in your hair as I let loose in you. My frantic thrusts are enough for you to reach your own orgasm and you spasm, thankful for the log to support you. Coming back, hmm-mmm, to our senses we find ourselves sticky with each other and sweat. Leaning down I lick up your spine, tasting your sweat and sending a tingle up along with my tongue. Reaching around the log, I lay on you, crushing you against the log slightly. Pressing against you, kissing your neck, nibbling your ear. Turning your face to mine we kiss deeply, tasting the sweat off each others faces and we smile. It's dark, but we see the gleam in each other's eyes. You feel my come trickle out onto the blanket and since we can easily wash it later, you push out the rest to make clean up easier. I hand you some baby wipes and put the now dirty blanket away. We walk slowly back to the car. My arm around your shoulders, your arm either on my waist or grabbing my ass. We only talk a little and mostly just to say, "I love you." We see one or two people but the park is now nearly deserted in the darkness. I open the door to let you get in the car, but stop you before you get in. I hang a towel on the back of the leather seats so you won't stick and be uncomfortable. You smile up at me as you get in and I close the door. The drive home is quick and we head upstairs. You start a cool shower as I put a few things away and then I join you in the shower. We wash each other, taking lots of time to touch each other all over. Drying off I am yawning madly, sleep is coming to me whether I want it or not! We finish getting dry and you put on an old comfortable pair of panties and the shirt I wore to work. Climbing into bed I pull you to me, kissing you lightly on your head. Your head on my shoulder, your hand holding my free hand over my chest. Our fresh and clean bodies feeling so nice next to each other. As I fade into sleep I have an urgent thought, an unfinished action demanding my attention before I can truly rest this night. Reaching up to stroke your hair, I whisper, "I love you, LS" And then I sleep. The End. Dinner Out Alyssa sat quietly in one of Manhattan's more fashionable steakhouses as she watched her Master slice off a thin piece of meat and raise it to his mouth. Alyssa wasn't her real name of course, it was the name her Master had given her, but she liked to think it suited her quite well. Even better than her given name. She was waiting silently with her hands in her lap and trying to keep her face emotionless. She wouldn't move to touch her food until he gave her permission. The steak in front of her looked delicious and she could feel her empty stomach grumbling, but she wouldn't get a bite of it until he gave the command to eat. To take her mind off it she glanced around the room again. The restaurant he'd brought her too was beautiful, an upscale steakhouse in heart of the city and a hard place to get a table on a Friday night. They'd been seated with no trouble though. Alyssa assumed her Master had reservations but with him it was hard to tell. Perhaps he was just well-known enough here to get whatever he wanted. It certainly wouldn't surprise her. She raised one hand and ran it through her long wavy black hair in a vain attempt to straighten it out. She was wearing a slinky red cocktail dress that fit like it was poured over her slim one hundred twenty pound, five foot four figure. Her body made plenty of girls get jealous and plenty of men take notice. She wouldn't have minded having a bigger bust, but her B cups certainly didn't get any complaints. Especially in a dress like this. Across the table her Master was eating with practiced elegance, acting for all the world like he was alone. He could have stepped out of a magazine. Tonight he was dressed in black Armani with a beautiful white shirt. His jacket was draped over the back of his chair and his sleeves rolled up past the elbow now. There was something about a man in a dress shirt with the sleeves pushed up that just drove her wild. He did that well enough on his own though. He had short dark hair, a shade lighter than her own, and tonight he was sporting a five o'clock shadow that made his handsome jaw line look even more rugged. "Are you enjoying yourself Alyssa?" His voice cut into her thoughts. That was his way; acting like he didn't know she existed then making sure she was paying attention to him. It was never good for her to be caught off guard. "Yes Master," she said softly. "It's a wonderful place." "Are you hungry?" Desperately trying to keep her stomach from giving her away she eyed the juicy looking steak in front of her. "I'll wait until you tell me to eat Master," she said evenly. "I know you're trying to be good dear," he responded, a dangerous light showing in his eyes, "but that isn't what I asked you." "I am hungry Master," she said finally, hoping it was the right answer. "Good," he responded. "Pour us both more wine." Alyssa picked up the wine bottle carefully in one hand and reached across the table to fill his glass first. She rolled the it to the side as she finished pouring so as not to spill a drop and moved to fill her own glass. She's already had a full glass and was starting to feel it, but if he had to tell her to pour herself more she'd only get in trouble. She filled her glass until it was even with his then carefully placed the bottle back on the table between them. It was a cabernet, and more than a few years old. She hadn't caught the year when Master had ordered it but tasted fantastic. He raised his glass and took a sip, pausing a second before he swallowed, then looked back at her and smiled. He put his glass down and bent to his plate, slicing off another piece of meat that made her mouth water. With a sinking heart she realized that she might not get to eat tonight. Would bringing her here just to see food this good be too cruel even for him? Apparently she'd been good enough to satisfy him though. Instead of eating the piece he'd sliced off Master reached his fork across the table and gently pushed the it into her mouth. She closed her lips around it, trying not to smear her dark red lipstick on his fork. Her eyes were on him as she pulled the piece of meat off his fork. As he took the utensil back she ran her tongue over her lips while she stared into his eyes for a second, before turning her gaze down as she knew she should. He didn't say anything but she knew he liked it. He loved to watch everything she did with her mouth. The steak took her mind away from him for a second though. It was cooked just over rare so she could taste all the juices as she bit into it. Heaven. She swallowed and looked back to her Master, hoping there was more to follow it. He looked at her with no expression other than a slight gleam in his eye. He could be so hard to read sometimes. "How was it?" he asked. "Delicious, Master." "Good," he replied. "Have some more wine, they paired it well." Alyssa dutifully raised her wine glass and took a small sip. She knew he wanted her to get drunk, but she was going to put it off as long as she could. "You may eat now," he said as she put her glass back down. It was all Alyssa could do to keep herself from grabbing the steak in both hands. She picked up her knife and fork as quickly as she could, napkin already positioned over her lap, and was about to cut in when she heard Master cough. She looked up slowly, knowing how a deer caught in the headlights must feel. After all this was she going to be forbidden to eat? "What do you have to say?" he asked with a stern look. "Thank you Master," She gushed, shocked at herself for forgetting. Would he hold it against her? It seemed like he wouldn't, at least not right now. All he did was smiled and waved a hand towards her, motioning her to continue. Gratefully she bent back to her plate and began slicing the steak in front of her. It was delicious. Master had ordered it cooked just like his; he always knew what she liked most. Alyssa ate quickly, only pausing every few seconds to look up at her Master. Each time she did she found him regarding her calmly. It was like the way she'd seen lions stare down zebras on TV. At one point he reached over and refilled her wine glass. He was right about how well it went with the meal, and she'd almost drained her second glass before she realized what she was doing. She felt great though, the smell of it was so tantalizing every time she brought the glass up to her lips. Her head was buzzing now. She knew she shouldn't have drank this much but she didn't want to disappoint her Master. It felt great too; she just had to take it easy for the rest of the night. She put the last bite of steak into her mouth and chewed, savoring the juices in it. Over her fork she could see Master's eyes following her every move. She swallowed then gave him the most seductive smile she could muster. He smiled back and reached across the table to stroke her hand, making her stomach go all fluttery inside. "How about pouring the rest of the wine for us dear?" She jumped to obey but misjudged exactly where the wine bottle was. As she reached out to pick up the almost-empty bottle her hand bumped it instead and she sent it crashing off the table onto the floor. She jumped up immediately, hands over her mouth in shock. At least none of it seemed to have splashed on Master's clothes. She'd be in trouble for a month if she ruined his suit. As it was he'd taken her somewhere nice and she caused a scene. She looked back up from the floor sheepishly, wishing she could avoid his iron gaze. He stood as well, and as she looked at him he leaned across the table, grabbing her upper arm to pull her closer so he could put his mouth right next to her ear. "I want you to go to the women's room to clean yourself up." Despite how quietly he was speaking it was like a scream in her ear. "Make sure no one's there then lock the door and wait." Not wanting to make him angrier she took just enough time to grab her purse and practically sprinted away from the table. She kept her head down as she walked around him, not wanting to look him in the eye right now. Behind her she could hear the waiter apologizing and his strong voice telling them that they'd just had a little accident and it was no problem. She knew better than that. It might be no problem for them, but she was going to pay for it one way or another. Her fear was tinged with just the slightest bit of expectation. Not knowing what was going to happen scared her, but it also gave her a familiar twinge between her legs. She made her way to the back of the restaurant as fast as she could, dodging through the rows of tables and avoiding waiters balancing food. The bathrooms were down a small hallway away from the bustle of the rest of the place. As she approached another woman pushed her way out of the bathroom without so much as a glance. Alyssa waited for her to get out of the way so she could walk in then quickly bent down at the knees to glance under the doors of the three stalls there. Not seeing any legs she turned around and clicked the lock on the door as it swung shut. Hoping no one needed it bad enough to call the manager and have it unlocked she cast around for something to do. The sink was done in all dark marble counters and gleaming brass work with flowers tastefully arranged between the two sinks. Seeing nothing else to do she pulled her compact out of her purse and set to making sure her makeup was perfect. Alyssa was used to waiting for her Master, it was one of her most frequent tasks. She'd become an expert at killing time. At least now she could move all of her limbs. Often he'd make her stay in a certain position to see how long she could do it, and she hated to disappoint him. She had a number of things she'd run through in her head as she waited, everything from poems and songs to elaborate stories she made up on the spot. After satisfying herself that her makeup was flawless she leaned back against the wall beside the sink and started silently reciting one of her favorite poems. Usually it was enough to focus on but tonight her mind kept drifting back to what was in store for her now, or how much trouble she'd be in if someone else tried to come in. It didn't matter that she had no real control over who else needed to use the restroom, or if the wait staff noticed it was closed and unlocked it. He'd given her a command and she was expected to follow it or face the consequences. She lost her place and had to restart her poem twice before she finally abandoned the whole thing. She sagged back against the wall with a sigh. Hopefully her Master wouldn't take too long. It seemed like ages until she heard a knock on the door. She had taken to pacing back and forth in front of the mirror and the knock caught her mid step. She froze, turning to look at the door in horror. What if it was someone else? She walked carefully over and leaned her head close to the opening. "Closed for cleaning," she said in her most polite voice. "Not to me." She recognized the deep voice even though the door. Quickly she turned the lock and pulled the door open for him. He stepped through as if she didn't exist, walking past her to stand in front of the sink. She closed and relocked the door, knowing he wouldn't want to be disturbed. When she turned back to face him he was standing straight with his hands clasped behind his back looking at her. Speaking up to defend herself would only make things worse so she just kept her head down, trying to look as meek as possible. Sometimes he would just make her wait, usually until she made another mistake, but not tonight. As luck would have it, or not have it she guessed, he was straight to business. "Bend over and put both hands on the counter." He gestured towards the porcelain counter surrounding the sink, right in front of the mirror. Alyssa did as she was told, quickly stepping towards the sink and bending down to put her hands on the edge of the counter. She stood with her back arched up and her thin red dress pulled tight over her hips. She didn't dare turn around to look but she could hear a rustling sound that could only mean Master was unclasping his belt. She felt his hands on her thighs, sliding her dress up over her hips and exposing her black. She'd worn a special pair just for him tonight. It always turned her on to know he was staring at her. She felt his hands caress her, moving gently across her exposed flesh. It was hard not to relax into his touch, but she was still too nervous to let go completely. He'd never punished her somewhere so public before. Without warning the first strike hit her, his belt leaving a burning line across her exposed buttocks. She clamped her teeth shut to keep herself from crying out and tried to think about anything other than how much it hurt. Each stroke from his belt brought a fresh feeling of pain spreading across her skin until at last she was grunting through her closed teeth. Her hair was falling down in wisps in front of her face as she jerked from the blows. It was difficult to keep from crying out but Alyssa kept her teeth firmly closed together as her Master continued to spank her. She worried about making him more upset, but even more she worried that someone would hear and try to come in. If anyone who worked here actually got a key to unlock the door... she didn't know what she'd do. Spread out over the counter with her dress pushed up to her waist she must be quite a sight. A particularly vicious hit caught her off guard and she let out a whimper, immediately clasping her mouth shut again. However the blows stopped, giving her a moment to take a deep breath. Her whole body shuddered as she exhaled; it had been difficult to hold herself steady the entire time. Even now she wanted to collapse to the floor but she felt his hand against her back, a comforting pressure running the up length of her spine. He grasped her hair and gently pulled her head up so she was standing then turned her to face him. She stared at the floor, still too embarrassed to risk meeting his eyes. She concentrated on his shoes until he grasped her chin and tilted her head up so she was looking directly at him. She blinked quickly, unsure of what he was looking for. "You know it's important to put on a good impression," He said softly. She nodded as vigorously as she could with his hand holding her chin, her now-tussled hair swinging around her head. "Do you understand Alyssa?" he continued. "Yes Master," she said. "Good girl." The hand cupping her chin squeezed affectionately. "Now are you ready to make up for it?" "Of course Master," she responded, straightening up. She always felt better when he was pleased with her. "Good," Master said, "then get down on your knees." Alyssa blanched, staring at him with fear more than thanks now. "Here Master?" she managed to squeak out. "What if someone comes?" Instantly she regretted saying it as his face darkened. "Are you disobeying?" "No, no Master," she stammered out. Inside her heart was racing. Could he really expect her to pleasure him here? They'd already been in here for what felt like ages; surely someone would come knocking soon. Despite her fear however she slowly lowered herself to her knees. Even with her heart pounding from the fear all she wanted to do was obey him. The bulge in his pants was obvious as she lowered herself to the level of his crotch, which made getting him out that much easier. With one careful hand she grasped the top of his pants while her other hand pulled the zipper down and reached in to remove his cock. It sprang up in front of her as she freed it from the confines of his pants, thick and rock hard. Alyssa wrapper her right hand around the base of his shaft, her other hand grasping his waist, and lowered her lips onto the head of his cock. His short moan was all the encouragement she needed. Despite the fear of being discovered she was so turned on she could feel the wetness threatening to seep through her panties and drip down her legs. At first she just sucked gently on the tip of his member, running her tongue around it in circles to tease him. His fingers wound through her hair as she tormented his cock, pushing her head closer to him. Alyssa picked up her pace, moving her head up and down along his hard shaft. She used her hand to control his thrusts but soon he was shoving into her mouth violently. Finally one of his hands grabbed the back of her head and pushed her hard against him. She grabbed the wall behind him for support as he pounded his cock into her mouth. She almost gagged as the swelling head of his member shoved against the back of her throat, but she was determined not to choke. She bobbed her head as fast as she could, moving up and down on his hard cock, taking him all the way in. As the first jet of semen shot down her throat she clamped her lips around him and sucked, hearing him grunt with pleasure above her. Wave after wave of hot liquid shot into her mouth and she swallowed all of it, barely pausing, until at last she felt his body relax. She relaxed her arms then, moving her hands back to hold his waist as he ran a few fingers absently through her hair. "Did I do well Master?" Alyssa asked, carefully wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She turned to look up at him, pushing her hair back with one hand so she could see him better. He was smiling now as he looked down at her. "You did perfectly dear," Master said. As he spoke he was already starting to put himself back together, re-zipping his pants and threading his belt, which had ended up on the counter, back around them. He bent down and planted a kiss on the top of her head. "Now get yourself cleaned up and meet me back at the table, I think I know just what to order you for dessert." He bent to kiss her head again then walked past her to the door which he unlocked and quickly stepped through, leaving Alyssa kneeling on the bathroom floor. She rocked back on her heels and ran a finger across her lips, finding a drop of his cum still there. She licked it off her finger, savoring the taste of him, and pushed herself to her feet. She looked at the mirror in horror as her ruffled dress, smeared lipstick, and tousled hair all looked back at her. She smoothed her dress down quickly and looked through her purse for a brush. It was the work of a few minutes to detangle her hair and she was just finishing a touch up on her lipstick as the bathroom door swung open and someone walked in. Alyssa turned fearfully, casting her eyes around for anything that looked out of place, but everything looked fine. The other woman gave Alyssa a sympathetic glance. "We get all dolled for them, and do they appreciate it?" It was more of a statement than a question and Alyssa didn't reply. The woman continued anyway, "Of course not. Look at you dear, those shoes must be killing you." She nodded down to Alyssa's black heels. "I don't mind them," she said simply. "Sure you don't dear," the woman replied absently, pulling mascara out of her purse as she stepped up to the mirror next to Alyssa, "But what do we get in return? Selfish bastards all of them, expecting us to always look perfect." "Maybe you just need someone to teach you respect," Alyssa said shortly. Clicking her handbook closed she strode to the door, leaving the shocked stranger behind her. If the woman replied her words were lost as the door swung closed. She walked with a purpose towards her Master's table, thinking about how she couldn't wait to be punished again.