Table for Two

"This is lovely, Simon". You dab your mouth with your napkin, careful not to smudge your red lipstick, and sip your wine. "There's not many people here tonight".
"No, there's not", I say with a smile, looking across at the only other couple in the restaurant. They're getting up to leave, and the waiter thanks them. You watch me catch the waiter's eye, and turn your head to see him nod imperceptibly at me.
"What's that all about?", you ask.
"Do you like the wine?". I take a sip of the sticky dessert wine.
"Yes... it's great. Sweet, but goes with this bavois nicely".
I watch you slip your spoon out of your mouth and lick the cream from your lips. I wonder if you know how much that kills me. I look across the table at you, my eyes lingering on your bare shoulders, your pearls, your black dress. Suddenly, I'm feeling very hungry.

You catch me staring at you and you smile at me. You know you're dressed to kill...you love the power you have over me. I look so cool and calm in my suit trousers and pale blue shirt, sipping my wine, but you know that inside that cool exterior is something so hot you can barely touch it. And deep inside your belly, a little ember glows red, anticipating my touch.

The waiter glides unobtrusively around the room, drawing the drapes, closing us off from the night outside. "Goodnight sir", he says with a tiny bow of his head.
"Goodnight, thank you", I reply.

You watch him leave the room and raise an eyebrow at me.
"They'll give us some privacy now", I tell you.
"Really?", you ask, and reach your hand across the table.
"Really", I reply and rest my fingers on yours, sliding my fingertips across your painted nails. "Aren't you lonely all the way over there, all by yourself?"
"Well, I could do with some company", you reply sotto voce.
I push my chair back from the table, and rest my hands in my lap.
Taking my cue, you rise from your chair and slink like a cat towards me, your black dress swishing around your legs. You slip between me and the table, resting your hands on my shoulders, and stand over my lap, wriggle your legs apart to straddle my knees. "Will you keep a lady company?", you whisper, as I rest my hands on your hips and look up at your face.

Pulling you towards me, I gently push down on your hips, motioning for you to sit astride my lap. I feel you sinking down onto me, your thighs resting against my hips, sliding your bare arms around my neck. You wriggle your hips snugly against mine, moulding your body to me and slide your hands to rest on the back of my neck. I slide my hands over the silky material over your hips, feeling it sliding softly against your skin, and pull you even closer to my body. I can smell your perfume on your neck.

My hands feel a thin strap under your dress, but not much else. I can feel the muscles in your groin working gently against my crotch, and I feel myself starting to stiffen, pressing up against your soft body. You must be able to feel the hardening in my trousers, because you're pressing yourself onto my lap in a slow, sensual rhythm, grinding yourself against my firmness through the fabric of your dress.

I lean forward to kiss you, but you lift your chin, offering me your neck. Gently, I touch my warm lips to your soft neck, barely sucking your skin while I pull you harder against me with my hands. You slide your hand onto the back of my head and pull me closer towards your neck, where I nibble at your skin a little harder, making you rock against me. My lips travel to the base of your neck, where they push your string of pearls to one side and press wetly against your throat. You make a low "mmmmm" in your throat, which I can barely hear, but I can feel humming against my lips.

Leaning you back towards the table ever so slightly, I reach behind you and push plates and glasses to the side, clearing a space behind you on the table. Slipping my hands under your thighs, I rise from my chair, pushing up with my legs and lifting you as you tighten your grip on my with your arms and legs. You love how I can lift you, making you feel powerless, I know that. I sit you down gently on the edge of the table, making sure it will keep its balance under your weight. When I see that it will, I peel your arms from around my neck and lean you gently backwards on the table. Lowering your elbows to the white table cloth, you lie back on the table, legs hanging down to the floor. I lift one stockinged leg in my hands and slip your black high heels off, then do the same on your other foot. I put your stockinged feet onto my thighs, where they slide across my trousers to rest in the crease at my hips. With a tiny push on your knees with my hands, you let your legs fall to the sides, your black dress hanging down in folds between your legs.

With a little assistance from my hands, your dress slides down your legs to bunch around your waist. Lifting the bunched up material in my hands, I drape it back onto your stomach, revealing your pussy. Now it's my turn to raise my eyebrow. Suspenders but no knickers... My cock twitches, but only my raised eyebrow betrays any surprise. I look up at your face, across your heaving chest, and see the waiting in your eyes.

I grab a folded napkin from the side of the table and say "Lift". You raise your butt off the table, making your muscles flex deliciously, and I arrange the napkin in a rectangle below your ass, on top of your dress. "Down". You lower your ass to rest on the napkin. I take another napkin and tuck the corner of it into the neck of my shirt, like a gentleman ready to dine on a particularly messy dish.

I look across your breasts at your face, your chest rising and falling as your breath deepens. Then I look down at your pussy, admiring its beautiful shape, your neatly trimmed hair. I lick my lips, a habit I can't shake, as I run my fingers down the inside of your thigh, from the edge of your stocking almost to the... top of your leg.

You lie there, your hands gripping the edge of the table, your white knuckles the only thing giving away the tension of anticipation. When I see that you're watching me, I dip my finger into the half drained glass of sticky sweet wine. Slowly, I lift my finger to my mouth and let you watch me suck my finger into my mouth, licking the thick nectar from my finger. A glistening drop seeping from your pussy catches my eye. "My baby....", I think to myself as I see your growing excitement.

I dip my finger into the yellow wine again. Lifting my finger to hang above your pussy, I let a thick drip gather at my finger tip before it drops to land on your pussy lips and seeps against your skin. Collecting more wine from my glass on my finger, I slowly let another drop or two fall onto your pussy, until the wine makes a glimmering trail over your folds of skin. Touching my wet middle finger to your pussy lips, just below the hood of skin, I circle my finger with a light press, opening your lips around my fingertip. Pressing two fingers from each hand against the sides of your pussy, I pull your lips gently apart, leaving your pussy open above the napkin under your ass. I see your entrance already glistening with your weeping dew, and as good as I know your wet pussy tastes on my tongue, I think "This is dessert after all", and pick up my wine glass to pour a little of the sweet wine over your pussy. The wine is sweet and thick, clinging to the edge of the glass, and you can feel it rolling in thick drops over your exposed pink skin, into the crevice below your pussy. You sigh a soft "aaahhhh" and shift your ass cheeks from side to side, pressing your feet against my thighs.

Before the wine runs off you onto the napkin, I bend down and press my tongue against the skin between your ass and your pussy, pushing my pointed tip firmly against your skin. Keeping my tip pressed hard against you, I slide my tongue up over the opening of your pussy, scooping drops of wine and your own juice mixed together onto my tongue. With my tongue pressed between my lips, I mutter a "mmhhmm" as I taste a heady mixture of flavours. Resting my hand on your groin, I pull your lips further apart and take a large sip of wine from my glass, emptying it, but not swallowing. Lowering my mouth to your pussy again, I press my closed lips against your damp, hooded clitoris and part my lips, letting the wine, warmed in my mouth, drizzle over your pussy. Returning my fingers to the sides of your pussy, pulling you wide open, I thrust my tongue inside your hole, sweet with wine and spicy with your own nectar and lap at you, pushing my tongue between your lips, licking your smooth skin, rubbing my lips across your clit. A growing stain spreads across the napkin beneath you where the combined juices flow onto it - wine, saliva and your thick lubricant.

I slide my tongue out from inside your pulsating hole and chase your stiff clitoris around in a puddle of wine and saliva with my tongue. Suddenly your back arches and you cry out, and as you start to cum, I cover your entire pussy with my open mouth and lick the length of your swollen pussy up and down inside my mouth. Your hips buck up against my mouth as you cum so hard the table is shaking. When you can't take any more, you push my head away from you with your hand on my forehead. Your hand feels so hot on my brow...

With a gasp, I sit upright, and dab my messy mouth with the napkin at my neck as I watch your pussy contracting, opening and cloding as convulsions shudder through your body. Such a beautiful sight...

I push my chair back and stand up, a huge bulge apparent in my trousers. I push my chair back under the table and place your feet on the chair. Well, your toes actually, since your feet are still arched with pointed toes. I reach down and open my belt, slipping it open, undo my button, pull down my zip with a muffled "zzzzzzzp" and reach into my pants to haul out the length of my cock. I walk around to the side of the table with my cock out, your eyes following me. Your mascara is running a bit around your eyes, but it just makes you look even sexier.

As I stand close to the table, my erect cock jutting over the table cloth, I reach down and wipe some of your creamy dessert onto my fingers from your plate. Then, cupping my coated fingers beneath my cock, I lift my sticky hand to the underside of my shaft and wipe the cream along the length of my cock. Moving closer to you, I let my cock tower over your face, letting it lean down against your mouth. You lift your hand to grab hold of my cock, but I catch your hand in mine and push it back down to the table. Rocking my hips, I slide my cock back and forth across your lips from beside your head. You open your mouth and poke your tongue out, licking the cream from my shaft as I thrust it back and forth across your mouth. It feels so good... everything is ridged and swollen and hard now.

You turn your head to the side, to face me, taking my thrusting cockhead into your open mouth. Your lips and tongue close around my swollen crown as I push my cock into your mouth. You clamp your lips around my shaft just behind the ridge of my helmet, locking me in your mouth, and swirl your tongue over my hard crown, tasting my precum dripping onto your tongue. With a grunt, I pull my cock out of your mouth, leaving you watching me, mouth open and with a wild look in your eyes. Urgently, I move around the table to push my way between your legs, pushing the chair roughly away. Taking my wet cock in my hand, I place my tip into your soaked pussy and start to push into you. Suddenly, I feel your legs wrap around my waist and your heels dig into the small of my back, pulling me towards you and forcing my cock to plunge into you in one thick stroke as you open around me.

As you feel my incredible heat filling your vagina, you lose control and shout "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck my pussy... fill my cunt... fuck me!" Your filthy mouth makes me just growl in my throat as I slide my cock in out of your pussy, so wet and tight, gripping me, sucking me, just waiting to be flooded with.... aaahhhhh here I cum.... fuuuuck... pumping, pumping, pumping.... filling your ocean with my waves... fuu-uu-uuu-uu-cccckKKKKKKKK As my shaking orgasm finishes, I circle my hips around and around, moving my cock deep inside of you, moving your insides around, stirring my cum into you. You came again, I think... I couldn't tell, I was coming too hard myself. Slowly, I slip my cock out of your pussy, letting my engorged head linger just inside your entrance before popping out. Your pussy, red and swollen, is wide open, and pulsing. A thin drip starts to stretch down from the tip of my cock to the table. As you rock your hips back and forth, my cum starts to dribble out of your fucked pussy, so I stuff my cock back into you, not letting my cream escape, pushing my seed back into you. You feel so hot and soft now, buttery and silky and slick, that I just have to rock my hips against you for a while, feeling my cock moving inside you, while you rock back at me, pushing against me, melting around me.

As I start to soften, I slip out of you, and walk around to the other end of the table, my cock sagging and bobbing. You tilt your head back on the table, arching your neck, and I reach down to place my palms on your cheeks from above your head and bend down to kiss your lips, open against mine. I look down at your white neck, you look up at mine as we kiss. I softly break from our kiss and whisper "I love you". Your eyes melt and you whisper "I love you" and reach up to touch my cheek.
"Now, I have to go the bathroom", you say, and I help you up off the table. I watch you smooth your dress and scurry off to the ladies' room, knees kind of pressed together as you walk. I pick up a napkin from the table... not the one that was under your butt - that one is soaked - but a clean one, and wipe my cock with it before screwing the napkin up and dropping it on the table. I shove my cock down into my underpants and do up my trousers. Glancing at the table, I think "Christ, what a mess. Oh well, they were tipped well for their discretion."

As you return, cleaned up as best you can, smiling at me, my heart melts and my knees weaken, and taking your hand warmly in mine, we leave the restaurant.