Dinner and a Movie
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
15,622
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Dinner
Dinner and a Movie
The ride to the restaurant did nothing to cool off my arousal. From the moment I sat in the passenger’s seat, his hands were on me. Each stoplight gave him plenty of time to lean over and lightly flick his tongue over my lips before gently biting them, then pressing his heated lips against mine as his hands fondled and caressed my breasts. In between these pauses, he would slide his hand along my thigh, his fingers just barely tickling the lips of my pussy before his hand retreated again. By the time we had finally parked, my nipples were painfully erect and I felt myself panting softly.
My husband got out first and walked around to my side of the car and opened the door. He offered me his hand and I allowed him to pull me gently out of the car. He pressed against me tightly, and I felt his cock pressing against my belly. It looked as if he had managed to work himself up too. He tucked my arm into the crook of his and we walked into the restaurant. We were seated fairly quickly for a Friday night in a booth at the edge of the room. I couldn’t help but feel some relief, I wasn’t exactly sure what my husband intended to do, but I was sure I didn’t want it done in the center of the room where people could see under the table.
We sat on the same side of the table, and he immediately began nuzzling and biting my neck gently and I blushed. Although it was less than an hour after the episode at the movies, I still felt a little embarrassed to be doing such things in public, but I felt my excitement grow just the same and I kissed him a few times in return before our waiter arrived.
“What would you like to eat, my love?” His tongue was tracing lazy circles around my ear and I shivered very gently.
“I’m not very hungry actually.”
He nodded and smiled softly as the waiter approached.
The vibrations started again.
I felt my face flush deeply as I tried to suppress a moan. The vibrations weren’t gentle anymore, they were hard and throbbing against my clit and I already felt another rush of my juices surging from my pussy. Under the table, his fingers gently rubbed and tugged at my pussy lips and I sighed softly and slumped against the table, feigning interest in the wine menu.
“She really loves wine, she thinks it’s the most exquisite thing on earth.” I moaned lightly in response, thinking more along the lines that his warm throbbing cock drenched in wine would be the most exquisite thing on earth at the moment.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, my conscience tugged me back to reality and I sat up and clamped my legs closed as if to stop the vibrator. My husband ordered a salad for me and some pasta for himself, and then the young waiter was gone. The vibrations stopped.
The sensation had stopped, but the warmth collecting between my legs was still there and I continued to blush. He reached out to me with his lips, but I avoided them and looked down angrily at the table.
He brushed a stray piece of hair behind my ear and cooed softly, “Didn’t you like that love? It sounded like you did.” He turned to me slightly and his arousal was pressed against my thigh.
I suppressed another moan and I murmured softly for him to let me pass, that I had to go to the bathroom. He stood and I slid to the end of the booth and shakily walked across the restaurant to the lady’s room.
There didn’t seem to be anyone in there, and oddly enough they were very nice facilities. The black and white marble tile on the floor complimented the pure white walls and the black marble counter with several stainless steel sinks imbedded in it. There was a mirror that spanned the distance of the counter. I looked into the mirror.
I was a flustered mess. My hair had come undone, and my cheeks were practically burning with embarrassment and I noticed that I was panting softly. I turned on the ice cold water and splashed it on my face. I patted my face dry and fixed my hair, and finally re adjusted my clothes hoping to look presentable when I came out.
“Now, kitten, what are you hiding in here for?”
My heart leapt into my throat as I felt hands settling on my waist. I saw him standing behind me in my reflection from the mirror and I relaxed somewhat. Then it occurred to me that he was not only in the women’s bathroom, but was also preparing to feel me up.
“Someone will see us, you have to get out.” He dragged his tongue slowly along my neck and kissed my ear softly, “Don’t worry.”
His hands quickly found the zipper on my skirt and began sliding it down. “They’ll understand, my sexy kitten.” I already felt my senses begin to cloud with desire and I watched helplessly in the mirror as his hands slid up my blouse, quickly unbuttoning it. His mouth was working on my neck again and I murmured softly, “Do it fast…”
He pushed me and I felt the cool marble against my cheek, once again my ass was displayed for all to see, and he seemed very pleased. I felt the all too familiar silky bonds sliding around my wrists and tightening around them and my heart thudded dully in my chest at the thought of someone walking in and finding us this way. He pulled me up by my arms, my chest jutting out proudly. I saw I was obviously aroused; my nipples were painfully erect and the skin around them was puckered softly. One hand let go of my arm to tweak one of the hard little nubs and I gasped and panted harshly, the sound echoed around the room. Now the other hand was gone from my arm and I watched with heavy lidded eyes as his hands roamed over my body, he was mumbling softly about how sexy I was. I blushed again as his whispers tickled my ears, “I’m going to fuck you right here, kitten. You’re going to ride me.” His fingers pinched my nipples roughly and I felt my knees begin to buckle. While I steeled myself against the counter, I looked up to see my husband with a thick handkerchief. He slid it in between my lips and tied it in the back of my head and I blushed deeply. He only gagged me when he knew I would scream.
His hands slid along my back and rubbed my ass softly before he lifted me up and carried me into the handicapped stall. I had a fleeting thought of my clothes lying on the floor for anyone to see. He closed and locked the door behind us and instructed me to kneel for a moment. I half knelt, and leaned against the low support bar. I heard his belt clatter to the floor, then the soft music of his zipper coming down and I shivered gently from want. I felt his presence behind me and I turned slightly. He slid his cock along my cheek, the smoldering heat of it seeming to ignite the flush on my cheeks again. It rubbed gently against the handkerchief and against my other cheek. He turned me around again. Now the heat was sliding down the base of my neck, along my back, down the cleft of my ass, pressing against my pussy and I whimpered softly against my gag. He was teasing me unmercifully, again.
He pulled back and sat on the toilet seat and pulled me towards him. He carefully removed the vibrator and slipped it back into his pocket and he tugged me forward on his lap again and nudged my legs apart. Wordlessly, he gripped my hips tightly and pulled me down, impaling me on his throbbing cock. I moaned loudly against the handkerchief as I began to bounce on his lap, pumping his cock in and out of my wet, frustrated, pussy. I felt myself stretching to accommodate him and I felt another rush of heat to my face as he leaned forward and captured one of my nipples in his incredibly talented mouth. His tongue swirled and drew the tortured nub into his mouth deeper and my pace quickened. I already felt my pussy pulsing in response and I knew my orgasm was building up to something quite messy and quite loud. His thumb rubbed against my clitty and I couldn’t keep control anymore, I was drawing his cock all the way out and slamming it back into my hungry body faster and faster, I screamed and panted and moaned against the handkerchief in my mouth. His touch never faltered. His thumb drew quick circles over my very aroused clit and he continued to suckle and bite softly on my nipple. I felt very light and numb all of a sudden, knowing that my orgasm was just about to come crashing down around me, shattering my world into nothing but the intense feeling coursing through my veins and the man causing them. I stopped. He was holding my hips just inches away from his straining cock, and I was too tired to argue. I slumped against him, laying my head against his shoulder as his cock slipped back and began pressing against the puckered opening of my ass. I was lubricated more than enough for both of us and I moaned weakly as I felt the head pop inside. I felt an odd sensation of curious pleasure as he began sliding the rest of himself into my ass. I gasped and moaned against the gentle burning pain that came with accommodating his size. He began pumping himself slowly in and out of me and that same dull nagging pleasure sparked inside of me again. I felt him shiver and he began to move faster, his cock sawing in and out of me quickly, the soft wet slapping sound of our fucking echoing about the stall and I shuddered as the pleasure began to build inside me again. I felt his cock throb and swell within me and I blushed again, he was very close as well. He moaned suddenly and his hand began rubbing at my clitty again and my back arched and I steadied myself on the support bars on either side of us as I felt my pleasure building quickly to its peak. All at once I gasped and screamed and pitched forward against him, eager to just rub against him with my chest as both my pussy and ass seemed to spasm and twitch with pleasure. I felt my juices trickling out of my pussy again and I shuddered and went limp. I moaned weakly as I felt a burst of wet heat as he emptied himself inside of me. He moaned softly against my neck and began lapping at it softly with his warm wet tongue.
He untied my gag and he kissed my now swollen lips softly. He stood me up and untied my hands, I still had a hard time steadying myself, so I leaned against the stall as he dressed himself. He picked me up and cradled me in his arms as he carried me out and quietly dressed me, murmuring only, “Step in” or “Lift your arm, love.” When I was dressed, he picked me up again and I felt my cheeks burning again. He kissed both of my cheeks softly and unlocked the bathroom door.
“I told them that you were very upset and to give us some time if at all possible.” Before I could respond, we were back into the bustling hum of the restaurant, and I heard him murmur, “It’s okay” to a nearby waiter. Without another word, he carried me out and to our car. He opened my door and dropped me into the seat.
As we drove home, I allowed my head to lie on his shoulder and he kissed the top of my head softly a few times.
I wondered distantly what he intended for when we got home.
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Next: homecoming
The ride to the restaurant did nothing to cool off my arousal. From the moment I sat in the passenger’s seat, his hands were on me. Each stoplight gave him plenty of time to lean over and lightly flick his tongue over my lips before gently biting them, then pressing his heated lips against mine as his hands fondled and caressed my breasts. In between these pauses, he would slide his hand along my thigh, his fingers just barely tickling the lips of my pussy before his hand retreated again. By the time we had finally parked, my nipples were painfully erect and I felt myself panting softly.
My husband got out first and walked around to my side of the car and opened the door. He offered me his hand and I allowed him to pull me gently out of the car. He pressed against me tightly, and I felt his cock pressing against my belly. It looked as if he had managed to work himself up too. He tucked my arm into the crook of his and we walked into the restaurant. We were seated fairly quickly for a Friday night in a booth at the edge of the room. I couldn’t help but feel some relief, I wasn’t exactly sure what my husband intended to do, but I was sure I didn’t want it done in the center of the room where people could see under the table.
We sat on the same side of the table, and he immediately began nuzzling and biting my neck gently and I blushed. Although it was less than an hour after the episode at the movies, I still felt a little embarrassed to be doing such things in public, but I felt my excitement grow just the same and I kissed him a few times in return before our waiter arrived.
“What would you like to eat, my love?” His tongue was tracing lazy circles around my ear and I shivered very gently.
“I’m not very hungry actually.”
He nodded and smiled softly as the waiter approached.
The vibrations started again.
I felt my face flush deeply as I tried to suppress a moan. The vibrations weren’t gentle anymore, they were hard and throbbing against my clit and I already felt another rush of my juices surging from my pussy. Under the table, his fingers gently rubbed and tugged at my pussy lips and I sighed softly and slumped against the table, feigning interest in the wine menu.
“She really loves wine, she thinks it’s the most exquisite thing on earth.” I moaned lightly in response, thinking more along the lines that his warm throbbing cock drenched in wine would be the most exquisite thing on earth at the moment.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, my conscience tugged me back to reality and I sat up and clamped my legs closed as if to stop the vibrator. My husband ordered a salad for me and some pasta for himself, and then the young waiter was gone. The vibrations stopped.
The sensation had stopped, but the warmth collecting between my legs was still there and I continued to blush. He reached out to me with his lips, but I avoided them and looked down angrily at the table.
He brushed a stray piece of hair behind my ear and cooed softly, “Didn’t you like that love? It sounded like you did.” He turned to me slightly and his arousal was pressed against my thigh.
I suppressed another moan and I murmured softly for him to let me pass, that I had to go to the bathroom. He stood and I slid to the end of the booth and shakily walked across the restaurant to the lady’s room.
There didn’t seem to be anyone in there, and oddly enough they were very nice facilities. The black and white marble tile on the floor complimented the pure white walls and the black marble counter with several stainless steel sinks imbedded in it. There was a mirror that spanned the distance of the counter. I looked into the mirror.
I was a flustered mess. My hair had come undone, and my cheeks were practically burning with embarrassment and I noticed that I was panting softly. I turned on the ice cold water and splashed it on my face. I patted my face dry and fixed my hair, and finally re adjusted my clothes hoping to look presentable when I came out.
“Now, kitten, what are you hiding in here for?”
My heart leapt into my throat as I felt hands settling on my waist. I saw him standing behind me in my reflection from the mirror and I relaxed somewhat. Then it occurred to me that he was not only in the women’s bathroom, but was also preparing to feel me up.
“Someone will see us, you have to get out.” He dragged his tongue slowly along my neck and kissed my ear softly, “Don’t worry.”
His hands quickly found the zipper on my skirt and began sliding it down. “They’ll understand, my sexy kitten.” I already felt my senses begin to cloud with desire and I watched helplessly in the mirror as his hands slid up my blouse, quickly unbuttoning it. His mouth was working on my neck again and I murmured softly, “Do it fast…”
He pushed me and I felt the cool marble against my cheek, once again my ass was displayed for all to see, and he seemed very pleased. I felt the all too familiar silky bonds sliding around my wrists and tightening around them and my heart thudded dully in my chest at the thought of someone walking in and finding us this way. He pulled me up by my arms, my chest jutting out proudly. I saw I was obviously aroused; my nipples were painfully erect and the skin around them was puckered softly. One hand let go of my arm to tweak one of the hard little nubs and I gasped and panted harshly, the sound echoed around the room. Now the other hand was gone from my arm and I watched with heavy lidded eyes as his hands roamed over my body, he was mumbling softly about how sexy I was. I blushed again as his whispers tickled my ears, “I’m going to fuck you right here, kitten. You’re going to ride me.” His fingers pinched my nipples roughly and I felt my knees begin to buckle. While I steeled myself against the counter, I looked up to see my husband with a thick handkerchief. He slid it in between my lips and tied it in the back of my head and I blushed deeply. He only gagged me when he knew I would scream.
His hands slid along my back and rubbed my ass softly before he lifted me up and carried me into the handicapped stall. I had a fleeting thought of my clothes lying on the floor for anyone to see. He closed and locked the door behind us and instructed me to kneel for a moment. I half knelt, and leaned against the low support bar. I heard his belt clatter to the floor, then the soft music of his zipper coming down and I shivered gently from want. I felt his presence behind me and I turned slightly. He slid his cock along my cheek, the smoldering heat of it seeming to ignite the flush on my cheeks again. It rubbed gently against the handkerchief and against my other cheek. He turned me around again. Now the heat was sliding down the base of my neck, along my back, down the cleft of my ass, pressing against my pussy and I whimpered softly against my gag. He was teasing me unmercifully, again.
He pulled back and sat on the toilet seat and pulled me towards him. He carefully removed the vibrator and slipped it back into his pocket and he tugged me forward on his lap again and nudged my legs apart. Wordlessly, he gripped my hips tightly and pulled me down, impaling me on his throbbing cock. I moaned loudly against the handkerchief as I began to bounce on his lap, pumping his cock in and out of my wet, frustrated, pussy. I felt myself stretching to accommodate him and I felt another rush of heat to my face as he leaned forward and captured one of my nipples in his incredibly talented mouth. His tongue swirled and drew the tortured nub into his mouth deeper and my pace quickened. I already felt my pussy pulsing in response and I knew my orgasm was building up to something quite messy and quite loud. His thumb rubbed against my clitty and I couldn’t keep control anymore, I was drawing his cock all the way out and slamming it back into my hungry body faster and faster, I screamed and panted and moaned against the handkerchief in my mouth. His touch never faltered. His thumb drew quick circles over my very aroused clit and he continued to suckle and bite softly on my nipple. I felt very light and numb all of a sudden, knowing that my orgasm was just about to come crashing down around me, shattering my world into nothing but the intense feeling coursing through my veins and the man causing them. I stopped. He was holding my hips just inches away from his straining cock, and I was too tired to argue. I slumped against him, laying my head against his shoulder as his cock slipped back and began pressing against the puckered opening of my ass. I was lubricated more than enough for both of us and I moaned weakly as I felt the head pop inside. I felt an odd sensation of curious pleasure as he began sliding the rest of himself into my ass. I gasped and moaned against the gentle burning pain that came with accommodating his size. He began pumping himself slowly in and out of me and that same dull nagging pleasure sparked inside of me again. I felt him shiver and he began to move faster, his cock sawing in and out of me quickly, the soft wet slapping sound of our fucking echoing about the stall and I shuddered as the pleasure began to build inside me again. I felt his cock throb and swell within me and I blushed again, he was very close as well. He moaned suddenly and his hand began rubbing at my clitty again and my back arched and I steadied myself on the support bars on either side of us as I felt my pleasure building quickly to its peak. All at once I gasped and screamed and pitched forward against him, eager to just rub against him with my chest as both my pussy and ass seemed to spasm and twitch with pleasure. I felt my juices trickling out of my pussy again and I shuddered and went limp. I moaned weakly as I felt a burst of wet heat as he emptied himself inside of me. He moaned softly against my neck and began lapping at it softly with his warm wet tongue.
He untied my gag and he kissed my now swollen lips softly. He stood me up and untied my hands, I still had a hard time steadying myself, so I leaned against the stall as he dressed himself. He picked me up and cradled me in his arms as he carried me out and quietly dressed me, murmuring only, “Step in” or “Lift your arm, love.” When I was dressed, he picked me up again and I felt my cheeks burning again. He kissed both of my cheeks softly and unlocked the bathroom door.
“I told them that you were very upset and to give us some time if at all possible.” Before I could respond, we were back into the bustling hum of the restaurant, and I heard him murmur, “It’s okay” to a nearby waiter. Without another word, he carried me out and to our car. He opened my door and dropped me into the seat.
As we drove home, I allowed my head to lie on his shoulder and he kissed the top of my head softly a few times.
I wondered distantly what he intended for when we got home.
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Next: homecoming