THE RESTAURANT...PART ONE

The doorbell rings and I catch my breath!  You’re here!  I hurry to finish my makeup and put a tiny dab of Joy at my throat. I call to you, ‘come in, the door’s open’ and soon I hear your footsteps in the hall.  One last look in the mirror. Ok - it’s the best you can do!  A special dress... black silk, high at the throat but backless to below the waist and falling softly to the floor. Split on each side to the top of my thighs.  New clear heels.  He’s tall so they are 6”ers.  Hurt like hell but I know he likes me in them. Diamond earrings. No other jewelry. Ok girl.  You’ll pass.  I grab my handbag and shawl and walk out of the bedroom and down the hall, to where you are standing.  I stop to look at you, always amazed with your poise, grace, presence. And you look so handsome tonight in your grey slacks and navy sport coat.  Thinking, we DO make a handsome couple!  I walk to you and lean up, and kiss you lightly on the lips.  Inhaling the faint hint of your aftershave.  I close my eyes a moment and breath deeply, savoring you. Then I hand you my shawl and you wrap it around my shoulders, leaning in and kissing my neck as you do. Your warm breath on my neck makes me shiver.  Mmmmm this man……..

  

Into the car and zoom zoom – away we go. I sit in the seat turned so I can watch you while you fiddle with the radio, finally choosing my favorite CD instead.  You pop it in and the soft sounds of Eric Clapton’s guitar fill the car.  I smile and watch you drive - so serious as you take the curves, winding thru the city to our destination.  Soon we arrive and since it’s such a lovely night, we decide to park and walk rather than use the valet service.  We walk holding hands, our shoulders touching.  As we enter the restaurant, you tell the hostess we’re here, and after only a short time we’re taken to our table. 

A square booth, off to one side, very cozy, dimly lit, with long white linens and sparkling silverware. We slip in and get comfy, sitting close enough that our legs are touching. My left leg lightly brushing your right leg.  The waiter, seeing us, arrives with water, and two black napkins to replace the white ones on the table.  You lean towards him and ask that he leave the white ones as well as the black ones.  He smiles and does so, filling our water glasses before leaving… and returning with the wine list.  Smiling and talking about nothing in particular, I’m reading the white wines, when I feel your hand on my thigh.  I smile and cut my eyes towards you,  looking deeply into your twinkling dark eyes.  You’ve seen what I’m wearing, and you know it’s shoes, and the dress. Nothing else and as I look down it’s suddenly very obvious I’m not wearing a bra.  Luckily the room is dimly lit.  I reach for the white napkin as I smile at you, shift slightly on the leather seat, and slide the napkin under me. Your grin changes into a full smile as I feel my face flush.

As I sip my water, my left hand drops below the edge of the table and I slowly reach for you.  Resting my hand on your lap, I can feel you thru your trousers, growing.  Carefully I slide the zipper down, casually glancing around to see if anyone is noticing us.  Of course they aren’t, why would they. Just two people about to share a meal.  

I slip my hand inside your pants and close my fingers around you, at the same time spreading my legs open a little.  Stroking you slowly, you continue to grow under my touching and caressing.  I rub my thumb in circles over the head of your cock until I feel the warn sticky droplets of pre-cum dampen my finger.  At the same time, your fingers touch my mound and you slip a finger between my lips.  Breathing deeply, looking into your eyes, I see the waiter headed our way.  I slip my hand away from you and sit very still, sucking my thumb as you order scotch on the rocks and a glass of Riesling.

The waiter notices your hand, or your arm, which hasn’t moved.  And he sees me flicking my tongue across my thumb. His eyes change, and I try to imagine what he’s thinking as he turns to leave.  I lean over and kiss your ear, whispering softly ‘have I told you today how good you taste?’   And with that you bring your fingers to your lips, tasting me and smiling. 

I grab the other white napkin and slip it down between us, the black napkins still in place with the flatware, and I slip my hand back inside your trousers… smiling into your eyes as I touch you again.  And you smile back as you reach back below the tablecloth and press your finger against my clit, knowing what that will do to me.  The waiter returns with our drinks and lays the menus on the table, and asks if we are ready to order.  In a voice suddenly hoarse with passion, you tell him no, we’ll order later and he smiles knowingly as he turns to leave.

We ‘clink’ our glasses in a toast. ‘Cheers, my love’  ‘ mmmm yes, cheers my beautiful man’.   

I feel the pressure of your fingers increasing as I begin to stroke you slowly, curling my fingers around you, tugging gently and again making circles with my thumb.  You firmly dip your fingers inside me, curling them back and brushing against my G-spot, causing an involuntary moan to escape my lips.  I grip the table with my right hand as my body tenses.  My left hand stroking you as you lay the white napkin across your trousers.  I sense your breathing increasing, as I struggle not to cry out your name.  Simultaneously we reach for our drinks, still touching, probing, exploring.  You increase the pressure and I look into your eyes and silently mouth the words ‘I’m there!’  And in that moment my orgasm begins, sending waves of intense pleasure thru my body as I coat your fingers with my warm creamy juices.  And as I stroke you, long hard strokes from base to tip, I watch your eyes as you smile and whisper ‘me too’.

After a few minutes you motion for the waiter, and when he comes to the table, you order another round.  As he smiles and walks away, I lean over to you and whisper softly in your ear... ‘darling, do you think he suspects?’ and you smile into my eyes and say ‘I hope so.’

The dinner has been divine……. The lump crab hors d'oeuvre with remoulade sauce was wonderful.  I had the petite filet, medium rare while you had the Greek chicken.  You eat so healthily, which pleases me.  I want you around for a long, long time.  The conversation has been intimate and stimulating, as always and now we settle back for coffee and dessert. The waiter isn’t becoming impatient but he has been eyeing us from afar.  You nod in his direction and he returns to the table.  Cappuccino for me, no – not decaf and a brandy for you  and one crème brulee with two spoons. 

You’re leaning back against the banquette seat and I’ve turn to face you, leaning against my left hand, which is planted behind your right hip.  I’ve turned enough to drape my right leg over your left thigh, and I can slowly slide it up and down your leg, all totally concealed by the long tablecloth. Our faces are close as we whisper to one another… little nothing things that are so very important.

Brandy, coffee and dessert arrive and I hand you your glass. I dip a spoon in the brulee and bring it to your lips. Then I lean in and flick my tongue against your lips, stealing a little taste. I’ve come to know that everything is better when tasted from your lips – even me!  I offer you a strawberry and watch the way your lips close around the tip of it, much like they close around my nipples -  softly, yet firm.  And as I watch your eyes, I know you’re thinking the same thing.  I press closer to you, my left breast rubbing your arm, my reaction is immediate and obvious, causing me to clear my throat to regain control.  I feel your hand on my bare back, gently caressing my skin, moving up and down slowly, making my nipples even harder, and my hand shakes slightly as I hold the coffee cup.  I lean closer to you, nibble your earlobe with my teeth, and whisper in your ear ‘my darling, I want you.  Can we please go home?’  I smile into your eyes and you nod and reply ‘yes my love, yes……’

Another signal and the waiter brings the check…While he processes the credit card I lift my leg off your lap so you can adjust your fly and your trousers.  Giggling softly, I lean over and whisper in your ear again ‘tip him well, my darling, and maybe he won’t notice that I’ve stolen two white napkins…..’

CONTINUED.....

THE RESTAURANT....PART TWO

You help me with my shawl and we make our exit from the restaurant, you walking slightly behind me with your hand on my back.  I see women glancing at you, admiring my man, and I smile a knowing smile.  Eat your hearts out.  This beautiful man is mine. As we stroll slowly to the car, your arm is around my shoulder and mine is around your waist.  It’s a beautiful starry night and there’s a huge moon about to clear the treetops.  You decide to put the top down on the car though the night is bit cool, and as we pull out of the parking lot I gather my shawl around my shoulders.  You’re driving more slowly, because of the scotch and the brandy, and you rest your right hand on my thigh as you drive.  Soon the city traffic is behind us and we’re able to zip along the highway.  Taking the exit, it's just a few miles before the turnoff to my house.  You pull the car into the garage and put the top up.  You open my door and help me from the car, and as I stand, I lean up and give you a gentle kiss.  As we head into the house, you hit the switch and the garage door closes.

We walk thru the darkened kitchen arm in arm, turn into the hallway, and head for the bedroom.  The room is filled with moonlight streaming in through the wall of windows.  I slip my shawl off my shoulders and toss it onto a chair.  You take off your jacket and hang it in the closet and when you turn around I step close to you and loosen your tie, slip it off, and hang it over the doorknob.  Smiling up into your eyes, I pull your shirt out of you trousers and slowly unbutton it.  Then I slide my hands inside and push it off your shoulders, exposing your chest.  You wrap your arms around me and I feel your strong hands on my back slowly unzipping my dress, as I cover your chest with kisses.

You kiss the top of my head, pulling me closer to you, and I feel my body start to tremble.  You whisper into my hair, ‘are you cold, darling?’ and I look up at you and softly say ’no, my darling, not at all’.    I turn and bend to take off my shoes and as I do, you put your hands on my hips and pull me back against you.  As I stand barefooted on the carpet, I can feel your erection thru our clothes and when you lean forward, you press your bare chest against my back.  You slide your hands up my sides and then to my bare shoulders as your lips trace a path to my neck.  Tilting my head, I feel you bury your face in my hair as your lips burn into my skin.  As your warm breath washes over me, I feel your fingers fumbling with the two buttons behind my neck, and when you undo them my dress slides to the floor and I can no longer control my trembling.  You turn me slowly with your hands and as our eyes meet we both smile and take a deep breath.  You lean down and kiss me, gently at first but with increasing hunger, as you lift me in your arms and carry me to the bed, laying me gently on the pillows.

In the soft moonlight I watch you undress, our eyes locked, our smiles each inviting the other to come, explore, enjoy.   I open my arms to you and you lower yourself slowly onto the bed and once again I’m amazed at your strength and gracefulness.  You wrap your arms around me as mine circle your neck, and we both know that the kiss that follows is only the beginning of a night of passion and promise.

As we kiss, you roll onto your back, taking me with you, our lips locked, tongues exploring.  Cupping your face in my hands, I smother you with kisses as you whisper my name…. ‘Reid…. Reid’... a guttural whisper against my lips.  ‘Yes, my darling.  I’m right here and here and here’ as I kiss my way down your throat, nibbling your skin, licking, tasting you.  I spread my hands and grip your shoulders as I kiss your chest, pressing you down into the bed.  My lips find your right nipple and I close my teeth gently on it, flicking with my tongue, sucking gently.  Soft moans escape your lips as your hands grip my hair.  Kissing down your chest and across your belly, my lips continue to explore, learning every inch of you, committing your body to my memory.  Gently I slip between your legs, pressing them apart with my knees, my hands caressing your legs softly.  As I kneel there, I steal a glance at you and see you smiling, watching me, your eyes sparkling in the moonlight.  Lowering my head, I kiss your inner thighs. First the left, then the right, back and forth as I work my way up.    My hands are on your hips, my nails digging into your skin as I lightly flick your balls with my tongue, teasing, caressing.  Then a long, slow lick that causes you to tighten. I nuzzle my face there, sucking gently as I hear you moan.  Then so slowly I begin licking my way up to the base of your cock, flicking with my tongue as you jerk involuntarily.  I watch your eyes as my tongue explores you, licking up your shaft.  I close my lips tenderly around your head, swirling my tongue around the tip.  Then I gently push my tongue against the little opening, forcing out a droplet of precum.  Hungrily I suck, eager for my first real taste of you, so sweet and warm.  I reach for your hands, interlacing our finger as I lower my head on you, letting your cock slide between my lips and down my throat, simply holding you there as I massage you with my tongue and as my throat muscles clamp on you.  Suddenly you pull my hands, whispering in a raspy voice. ‘Not yet, not yet, not yet’.  As you pull my arms I slide up your body, pressing my breasts against your chest, and find your lips. Kissing you deeply, sharing your sweet taste with you.  ‘My darling, have I told you again how good you taste?’  You laugh softly and kiss me passionately as you wrap your arms and legs around me.  As I melt against your body, lost in your embrace, my mind sees only one thing. *This man, this beautiful, loving man*.  I feel my eyes become wet as I bury my face in your neck, feeling your heartbeat against my breasts.

After a time, you pull away from me and smile down, lean in to kiss me and whisper ‘soon, my love… soon you will be all mine’.  Our lips meet again and I shiver in anticipation as our kiss deepens.  Your power overwhelms me as you roll me gently over onto my back and lift your body to hover over me.  Looking up into your eyes, I see the passion and desire and I tremble again.  Your lips leave a trail of fire on my skin as you kiss down my chest and close your lips around my hard nipple.  

In my mind I see your mouth around a strawberry as you suck gently, caressing with your lips and tongue.  I lay my hand lightly on the back of your head, pressing you closer as I close my eyes.  Nothing matters in the whole world except the feel of your lips on my body.  You close your teeth on my nipple and the pain is exquisite as you lift your head, tugging gently.  I open my eyes and find yours watching me.  My moans tell you ‘don’t stop…’  You open your mouth wide and suck more of me in, kneading with your tongue. 

I arch my back upward to you, wanting more, wanting you to posses me, own me.  Suddenly you release my breast and kiss hungrily down my tummy, as you shift your body.  Gently you lift my right leg and place it over your shoulder.

My heart begins to race as you plunge your tongue between my wet lips, probing, parting them to make room for your face.  A whimper begins deep in my throat as you take my throbbing clit in your teeth, at the same time pressing my hips down on the bed with your hands.   Gasping for breath, I call your name in a trembling voice ‘………... oh God!  …………………’ .   My cries make you suck harder, probing with your tongue, plunging it deep inside me.  I grip the sheets and raise my head, watching you, drowning in your eyes.  You slide your hands under my ass and lift me off the bed, burying your face into me, devouring me.  I’m fighting to hold back, and losing.  My body tenses and immediately my orgasm begins, as a loud moan escapes my lips.

Clamping over and over on your tongue, my juices flow, soaking your tongue, your lips, your face.  Wave after wave of intense pleasure washes over me and I gasp for breath.  Suddenly you’re clasping my head in your hands and kissing me wildly, sharing my taste, soaking my lips with my juices.  I open my legs and reach down, closing my hand around your throbbing cock.  Guiding you, I rub you against my wetness and then press you against my opening. And in one hard thrust you enter me, filling me, stretching me.  I begin rocking under your hips as you slowly, deeply thrust into me, out, back in.  Time stops as I wrap my legs around you, my muscles drawing you deeper, milking you.  With each plunge you go deeper, until you touch my soul. When I feel you tense, and growl against my throat, I dig my nails into your back, thrust up hard against you,  and join you in beautiful release…… beautiful…sweet... release…ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhgoddddddddd....

Into the night we lay wrapped in each other’s arms…….. you still inside me, your breath washing over me.

CONTINUED....

THE RESTAURANT...PART THREE

My eyes open slowly in the early morning darkness, and I sense that I’m alone in the bed.  Then I feel the bed move as you slip back between the sheets and slide over next to me, pressing your chest against my back, and your hips against mine.  Your arm wraps around me, and your hand cups my breast as you bury your face in my hair and whisper.  ‘Mornin’, woman’.  Smiling, I turn my head just enough to find your lips, kiss you softly and reply, ‘hey there, darlin’. 

The faintest red begins to color the sky as we lay quietly, clinging to each other.  I try not to think that you’ll be leaving me today but it’s so hard to push that thought from my mind.  Our time together has flown.  Reading my thoughts, you pull me even closer and drape your right leg over my hip.

As I lightly rub your leg, I feel you ‘stir’ and I smile as your hand closes over my breast, gently kneading, caressing.  Breathing deeply, I reach back and gently touch you, wanting to feel you grow in my hand.  Your response to my touch is immediate, and you slide your hand down my tummy and slip a finger between my moist lips.  Wet already, your finger slides into me easily and you rub my clit while I slowly stroke you, letting my hand slide easily the length of your shaft.  I sense you smiling as you nuzzle your face in my hair and whisper, ‘Reid…… my sweet Reid…. I want you’.  I reply in a husky voice ‘oh yes… I want you my darling… take me now… take me hard.’  The pressure of your fingers increases instantly as you stroke my clit, making it swell and throb.  My hand tightens on you and I feel the warm stickiness of precum on your head.

Suddenly, roughly you roll me over onto my tummy and straddle me, gripping my hips and pulling me up against you.  I rise to my knees, legs spread, and flatten my arms on the bed, gripping the sheet.  You rub your cock against my wet pussy, back and forth, and then you guide yourself into me, sliding in deeply with one slow push.  Your hands tighten on my hips as you pull me back and thrust rhythmically in and out.  I reach between my legs and press my clit back against your cock, involuntarily gasping as it rubs against your shaft.  You lean forward, wrapping your arm around my waist, your weight on your left hand, and I feel your teeth sink into my shoulder.  Faster and faster you stroke into me, stretching me, filling me. My muscles clamping over and over, pulling you in, milking you.  You moan my name as you fuck me harder….’Reid.. ah god, Reid.’  My body tenses as you grip me tighter, thrusting wildly into me….  I’m so close. And I bite my lip, holding back, waiting for you.  Suddenly you moan loudly…’AHHHHHHHGOD’ and in that beautiful moment, we share an explosion of passion like never before… cumming hard, you filling me as I coat your cock with my cream.  Over and over you drive into me, touching my innermost center, owning me…. and I cum on you over and over, whining softly as I feel you thrusting again and again deep inside me.

Then, slowing, we collapse, you on top of me, as we gasp for breath. You roll over on your side, pulling me with you, your cock still deep inside me, still throbbing, and you close your arms around me and hold me tight.  Our scent fills the room, the erotic smell of our sex. I slip my hand back between us and feel the warm juices and I dip my fingers, pulling them back and seeing how they glisten.  I bring them to my mouth, sucking one, then another….. tasting what we’ve made. You reach for my hand and you, too, lick a finger and smile.  The sun is almost up now as we close our eyes, our bodies still locked together, and drift off into a light sleep.

It’s not long before we wake again, still snuggling close.  You slowly pull your hips back and I laugh softly and whimper ‘nooooooo’… you grin and say ‘yes, you insatiable woman!  Move it!’  Grinning knowingly, I hop out of bed and retrieve two towels, tossing one at your head, which you easily catch.  Then I hand you a gift wrapped box (pretending today is your birthday) and sit on the edge of the bed while you open it.  Inside is a pair of silk lounging pajamas, deep navy in color and a card that reads NOT RECOMMENDED FOR SLEEPING.  You laugh loudly and grab me and kiss me.  Then I hop up, grab the top half of the set, and slip the shirt on, holding my arms to you so you can roll up the sleeves.

Smiling, I kiss your forehead and paddle off barefooted towards the kitchen, turing at the door to tell you ‘get dressed, my darling – I’ll see you on the porch.’

Off to the kitchen, I begin making coffee and suddenly realize – I have no idea how you take yours!  So while it’s brewing, I set out sugar, artificial sweetener and cream. Will have to ask so I’ll know next time.  Soon you come in, looking so hot in those new lounging pj’s, and you walk up behind me, wrap your arms around me, and nibble on my ear, copping a quick feel as you press against me.  Chuckling, you give me a quick smack on the butt and turn to head for the porch.  The morning is warming rapidly so bare feet and bare chests (for you at least) are acceptable.  I peek thru the window and watch you sit in the swing and I study your movements, especially your hands.  Something about your hands.  I love to watch them.  As I stand by the window, unseen, I watch you lean back in the swing and see your face becomes so serene.  I can see any trace of tension washing away.

I rinse the grits and start them cooking.  Hope you like these – I get them from Atkinson’s Mill (out in the REAL country!) – Genuine stone ground corn – best you ever ate!  They can simmer for a couple of hours and be ready when it’s time to eat.  Quick check in the fridge tells me I have everything to make you a farmer’s omelette. Ok, girl.  Coffee is ready. I stick my head out the porch door and ask you how you take your coffee.  I make two cups, finishing mine off with whipped cream and a blob of caramel syrup – better than a sundae!  Out to the porch, I hand you your cup and then I sit on a chaise across from you, pulling my knees up to my chest and slipping the shirt over them, wiggling my toes and watching you.  You’re in your own place now, so I sit silently, reliving this beautiful weekend in my mind, and willing it not to end, yet knowing it will.  Off in the distance there’s a ground fog in the field and we can see a small group of deer, bravely munching the new greenery and raising their heads to scan their surroundings.  Such peace and serenity, such total quiet except for the squeak-squeak-squeak of the swing as you rock slowly.  Oh, how I would love to know what you’re thinking.  The morning slips on, and I go softly back into the kitchen for refills and to stir the grits.  When I return, I bring the Sunday paper to you, thinking you might enjoy reading about my town. 

Again I sit, watching you over the rim of my cup, studying your face and I think back about meeting you.  I was surfing the net, found a blog you had written that particularly interested me, and I sent you a comment and a question.  Our friendship was immediate and comfortable, and we spent months just talking, sharing ideas and experiences.  Then when we had a chance to meet, it was like we were old friends.  My eyes open wide as I realize that sharing this quiet time with you is almost as intimate as our lovemaking.... and I smile.

Breakfast is fun…. (never fry bacon nekkid).  You’re at the table glancing thru the paper and reading selected paragraphs aloud, sharing, so comfortable…. while I chop onions and mushrooms and potatoes, grate cheese, crack eggs.    It’s not long before I set the table with crispy golden brown English muffins dripping butter, creamy grits, crisp bacon, and the best omelette you’ll ever eat, and strawberry preserves made from berries grown in the back yard.  Fresh juice and more fresh coffee.  I watch you eat, studying each movement, memorizing you.  We talk and laugh, so easy, like we do this every day.  And all the while, there’s a ticking clock in my head.  You help me clean the kitchen, pinching my butt each time we pass.  Laughter comes so easily for us… so comfortable are we with each other.  As we finish in the kitchen you take me in your arms and kiss me tenderly. And you whisper the words I’ve been dreading, ‘it’s time, girl,’ and I know our weekend is about to end. 

We walk hand in hand into the bedroom and I sit on the edge of the bed watching you arrange your things in your bag.  Trying so hard to smile, I follow your every movement, grinning uncontrollably as you slip out of the lounge pants.  You stop, and watch me watching you, and I see you getting hard. You drop your clothes on the floor, walk quickly to the bed, pull me up, lift me into the air and press me against the wall, burying your face in me, parting my lips with your tongue, and sucking my clit, making me whine and tremble.  Then you slowly slide me down the wall so I can wrap my arms and legs around you and kiss you wildly,  as the tears flow down my cheeks.  Pinning my shoulders back, you thrust up into me, penetrating in one swift, hard motion and then you repeatedly, wildly slam your cock into me.  And suddenly you cry out my name and explode, causing me to do the same. An endless, raging mutual orgasm that drains up both.  Motionless, we lean against the wall, gasping for breath and waiting for the room to stop spinning. Then slowly you turn and carry me to the bed where you lower me gently to the sheets.  You kiss me deeply as I feel you pull out of me and I lay on the bed in silence, unable to move, watching you get dressed.  You pick up your bag and walk to the bed and look down at me and smile.  And whisper….. ‘I’ll be back.’

I lay totally motionless, hearing the garage door open and your car start.  Then the garage door closes slowly.  I curl up in a ball, smiling to myself, because I know you WILL be back….. YOU WILL...

THE BEGINNING…