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We are sitting in a crowded restaurant. You at your table, I at mine. My eyes wander lazily round the room, taking in the sights, sounds and smells of my surroundings. The aroma of fresh tomato sauce and rich spices fill the air, and I breathe deeply and close my eyes. There is romantic music in the back ground, and it's mellow tones caress my ears. The drumbeat makes my heart beat in rhythm, and I once again open my eyes.
This time I notice you, sitting on the far side of the room. Wine glass in hand, slowly and methodically licking your lips, trying to remove all traces of the hot, spicey sauce from the edges of your moustache. Your eyes are clear, and the light from the overhead chandelier makes them twinkle and shine. I detect a bit of mischief there too, and my lips curve into a small approving smile. I watch your eyes lower slightly to take in the curve of my breasts and lower still seeking the mystery to what lies behind the tablecloth in front of me.
I shift my position in the chair, and swing my legs to the side, crossing them at the knee and revealing a little of my creamy white thigh. You smile and heave a great sigh that lifts your shoulders slightly. I feel a tingle run through my body and wonder what your next move will be.
I can't believe I am flirting across the room with a total stranger. I take the last sip of my wine and I'm about to get up when a waiter asks if I would care to join the gentleman in a private booth for dessert, your treat. He motions toward you and I see you slowly rise. You are tall and lean and you have the most inviting smile on your face. How could I possibly say no.
My heart pounds as I walk in the direction you are headed, behind the waiter. You disappear behind a glass partition, and just as we round the corner I see you disappear through a double door, ornately carved with intricate patterns of leaves and swirls. As we near the room I smell the scent of cinnamon. You are sitting in a small private room full of scented candles. On the table before you are two glasses of white wine and a plate of chocolate dipped strawberries and fresh whipped cream. I slide into the seat next to you as the waiter closes the door, instructing us to ring if there's anything we need. He bows slightly as he closes the doors behind him, leaving us in the soft candlelight.
I turn to look at you, and you pick up your glass and raise it slightly in my direction saying, "Here's to the lovely lady and getting to know her better." I smile and reach for my glass, taking a long, slow sip. The wine coats my lips and you watch as my tongue circles their soft, pink form, being careful not to miss a drop.
On impulse you bend quickly forward and put your mouth over mine, and we kiss passionately, deeply for the first time. The kiss lasts a long time and we are both surprised at how comfortable it feels, like we've done this before many times, and yet we've only just met.
You set down your glass and then reach for mine, placing it on the table in front of me. You slide your chair back and turn my chair to face you. Your eyes search mine, and you slide your fingers through my silken hair, pulling my mouth to yours. We kiss urgently, and I find myself rising from my seat and sliding into your lap, straddling your legs. Your hand is immediately drawn up my thigh as you pet that warm place between my legs, making me sigh and moan at the touch of your expert fingers. My fingers have found your nipples through your shirt and I rub them gently and roll them between my finger tips. My tongue slips quickly into your mouth and plays around yours.
I sense the hunger in your kiss, and slowly begin to unbutton my blouse, revealing my smooth firm breasts to your waiting lips. You kiss the curves of my soft tits as your tongue reaches down over the edge of my lacey bra, seeking the tender nipples. You pull the lace back with my fingertips releasing my pink nipple as you suck it deep into your mouth, rolling the tip of your tongue around the erect flesh. I lean my head back and moan softly, afraid someone might hear us. Your fingers trace the edge of my panties as my hands wander down your buttons, and I open your shirt to reveal your strong chest.
My hands continue downward and I slowly lower your zipper releasing the pressure you feel. Your hard
member pushes against the material of your shorts, and I slide my fingers in and gently pull it through. My fingers gently trace along it, and I let out a deep moan as I realize it's length and feel your firm juicey tip with my thumb. My tongue probes the end of yours, as my fingertips circle your soft head, pushing deeper and deeper into the juicey flesh. I feel you twitch and throb with each stroke, and I know you're imagining it's my tongue doing the work.
Suddenly and without warning you slide two fingers deep into me. I gasp and then make a deep purring noise like a contented cat having a stretch. Your fingers work in and out rhythmically as your thumb circles and excites my hard sensitive clit. My fingers are still working on your tip as I firmly grip your shaft with my other hand and begin to stroke up and down slowly.
You look into my eyes and we exchange smiles. Then my eyes lower to your erect shaft and I groan with pleasure at the sight of it in my hand. My tongue reaches out to moisten my eager lips. "Mmmmm, I want to taste you." I say in a deep sensual tone, and you groan softly at the thought of it.
I gently remove myself from your manipulations and sink to my knees between your legs, your hard cock still in my hands. I stop my work on you and just hold your shaft loosely in my hand. Then I look up and deep into your eyes, and watch them widen as I reach out to gently suck the dribbling cum from the head. I let it pop back out of my mouth, and tickle you with the tip of my tongue a few times before sucking it in again and letting your tip slide across the roof of my mouth to the back of my throat. You lean back in the chair and a long, deep, moan escapes you.
The waiter knocks quietly on the door and asks if everything is too your satisfaction. You reply with a
"Yes" and ask that we not be disturbed. The waiter complies and you direct your attention back to the rise and fall of my silky auburn hair in your lap. You stroke my head and shoulders and arch back, squirming in your chair. My mouth feels so good on you, and your mind is a million miles away, but I'm with you in a soft romantic place, far from the rest of the world.
You moan gently and sigh deeply as I work on your tender flesh, and soon you feel the pressure build up in your groin and you feel you are about to explode. I take one last deep draw from you and feel your creamy load fill my mouth. "Mmmmm".... so smooth and sweet, like a warm milkshake. I wait until every last drop has left you and your once hard shaft becomes soft and limp. I lick you gently and then stand up leaning over you to kiss you tenderly.
You rise to meet my mouth and press my body into you. Your mouth wanders down my neck and across the rise of my breasts and you ease me up onto the strong, solid table. You reach down and slip my panties off and then slide my legs up over your shoulders. My back arches in anticipation, and you pause to reach for one of the strawberries. You hold it to my lips and I take a bite. You dip it into the whipped cream and squeeze the juice from it with your fingertips, letting it drip down the newly shaved lips of my ripe, juicey pussy.
I feel the cool drops as they come in contact with my skin and disappear into my pink folds. You look at me with an evil smirk and say, "Oh gee, sorry. Let me clean that up for you." and I watch as you run your tongue up my slit and probe inside for the juices hidden there. You lick and suck my tender skin and make me ache for your tongue to enter me further. My hips begin to gyrate to the sound of the muted music, and I moan softly with each careful stroke.
You slide up the length of my slit to my tender clit, and flick it lightly with each passing, driving me more and more crazy with pleasure. "Mmmmmmm ....... unhhhhhhhhhhh ....... oooooooooooooowwwww! That feels disgustingly good. You've spoiled me for any other man. God you're good."
You raise your head, smile and go back to searching for all the sensitive spots, and you find them one by one. You bring me to the brink over and over, backing off just before climax and beginning again. You start the long slow climb again and then just before I'm about to peak you slide up and into me with your rock hard shaft. I feel every inch of you as you enter, and my body quivers as I realize you're close to orgasm yourself.
You move quickly at first, and then slow down to feel my muscles pulsating around you. I sit up and grip your hot fleshy ass with my hands pushing you deep into me and we explode together. Shivering with shear ecstasy at the sensations that take over our bodies. We hold each other close, and I put my head against your chest as I take in your musky scent. You smell so delicious, I want to devour you all over again.
You finally reach down and cup my breast, returning it to the lacey confines of my bra, and begin to fasten the buttons on my blouse. I look questioningly into your eyes and you say. "I think we should continue this over coffee, at my place." I grin widely and you bend to give me a peck on the mouth, then raise one of the strawberries to my lips and rub the juice across it. Your tongue gently licks it from me, and I open my mouth and take a juicey bite.
You watch as I slowly chew the ripe berry, licking my lips now and then. As you fasten the last button of your rumpled shirt, you say, "Hurry, I want those lips on me again. I'm getting hard just thinking about it." I reach down and stroke your hard member through your pants and whisper in a very sexy voice, "Patience Darling, I plan to make all your dreams come true, tonight."
You take my hand and we leave what I have now dubbed, my favourite restaurant.
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Written by claws4/Laura Dee
November 17, 1998
Copyright � in Canada
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