Message-ID: <12820eli$9807071542@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: desdmona22@aol.com (Desdmona22) Subject: A Night Out (Part 2-Meeting) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <1998070619343100.PAA09857@ladder01.news.aol.com> Copyright (1998) This story is not for distribution or publication without written permission from the author. He had asked her to meet him here at this restaurant. She had never been here before and was pleasantly surprised when she walked thru the door. The ambiance immediately spoke of romance. She should have realized that it would. With every new occasion to meet he had proven himself to be one of the finest romantic visionaries. The room was darkened with candlelight illuminating each table. The wall sconces also flickered about the room as if lovers dancing some rhythmic beat. Each table was set with the finest china and glassware atop rich burgandy tablecloths. The aroma of fine foods and a pleasant potpourri she was unable to name pervaded the room. She was met immediately at the door by the Maitre D and handed a single red rose. It's velvety petals bright from freshness. She wondered at this and it must have shown on her face as he smiled and said "compliments of your escort". She remembered the care she had taken getting ready and was thankful for her foresight. Her black dress eased slightly off her shoulders and allowed a revealing decolletage. Her simple choice of jewelry complimented her style and her hair stacked high on her head with escaping tendrils gave her an air of sensuality. Her outer garments combined with her carefully chosen undergarments gave her a feeling of security and this confidence blossomed as she walked across the room not realizing she was the object of attention. She was lead directly to his table where he had been waiting. He stood to welcome her and she was reminded of his elegance. He had chosen a black tuxedo and his tailor had fit it to him exactly, the material moved with him easily. His finely honed body looked as if it was made especially for this way of dress and his altogether appearance began the stirring inside her that had earlier been ignited. His warm greeting suffused her with heat and she was hypnotized when his smiling blue eyes caught hers. He came to her and whispered close to her ear "You take my breath away" and she smiled in return knowing he had uttered her own feelings. She stood mesmerized by his melodious tone, with just a hint of nervousness. The billowy way it seemed to flow over her skin. It at once soothed and excited her. He held the chair as she sat and surprisingly kissed her exposed shoulder. Her body trembled with this touch and her wish was for him to stay there. He moved quietly to his chair. Their eyes connected and the passion that burned between them became palpable. They were attended to immediately and she gave him the power of decisions that he seem to want to have. She smiled at all his choices, aware that he had paid close attention to all her likes and dislikes. The sparkling Zinfandel he ordered bubbled in their glasses and she continued to follow his lead. He lifted his glass to toast, his words warmed her. He spoke of cherished love and of ardent passions that were to be heeded to later. She again felt the heat of his genuine words that stirred the fluttering in her stomach. His tender words contrasted with his masculinity. She could not help the flush that rose up her body and ended poignantly in her cheeks. As the appetizer was served she enjoyed the gentle nudging of his knee to hers beneath the table. She could nearly visualize sparks emitting from the renewed touch. Every time he touched her....she touched him... rather intentionally or not she felt the sizzle that was a part of them. With each served course the meal became a sensual delight. They remained quiet and merely watched each other. The fork or spoon would enter a mouth and thoughts of disappearances of a different source into each mouth clouded their minds. He watched her intently as she tore the bread apart and brought it to her mouth. Her full lips parted and he was transfixed as they enveloped piece after piece. Her actions hypnotized him. She reached up to remove a small bit of warmed butter that had clung to her lips and the oily texture left a shine on her mouth. His mind was filled with thoughts of that mouth. He licked his own lips in anticipation, like a tiger eyeing his prey and indeed he was beginning to feel the animalistic urges deep within him. A noise from the outer room drew his attention away and when he looked back to her she had gone. He wondered how she could have disappeared so quickly when he suddenly realized where she had gone. The gentle pressure of hands on his zipper startled him. He couldn't believe that she had dropped beneath the table and further couldn't imagine her boldness of intent. His total shock prevented him from stopping her, and he knew he had no desire to anyway. She couldn't believe she had found the nerve to follow through with this but the thought had filtered down through her mind and when the opportunity arose she found herself responding spontaneously. His obvious bulge served to encourage her and she reached inside his loosened pants and freed his thickening shaft. Her hand surrounded the base and as many times before she marveled at the satiny skin that covered his manhood. Everything about it excited her, the feel, the texture, the size, and the obvious response to her actions. Somehow his hands remained on top of the table. He looked around to see if anyone was aware, .he thought not and this allowed a further release on his composure as her hands freed him he heard his own audible moan. His eyes again flashed around and the room was oblivious to his sounds. Since the moment she had walked to his table and he had seen her and smelled her delicious aroma he had been wanting this release but now her actions demanded it. He leaned back slightly to see her and as he did he saw her head bend to capture him in that wanton mouth. His eyes closed briefly as he felt he would climax with that initial touch. Holding him firmly in her hand she brought him to her mouth. Her tongue darted out to tease the tip and swirl around the already moistening head. She closed her eyes and began to make love to him. She savored every taste, lingered over the entire organ, with long strokes she covered the whole shaft with her tongue before letting it enter her mouth. Then slowly she pushed him through her lips and into her mouth. The already dampened shaft slid easily inside and she allowed her cheeks and tongue to grab hold and begin to suck. He knew he wouldn't last long, the idea of alone was enough to make any man erupt but the actual act in this less than private setting nearly sent him over the edge. Her loving mouth, her willingness and her genuine love of the act made him forget momentarily the setting and concentrate only on the deed. He felt the rise of his seed as he began to soar. His body tensed, his power lost and he exploded into the heated cavern that was her mouth. She knew before he erupted that he was about to, .she could feel the rise inside the shaft and the way his body tightened in response to it. As his hot liquid rose up she waited, eagerly for the bounty of him that was to be her prize. She was not disappointed. With each spasm of release she swallowed and allowed herself to feast. When she recognized he was complete, she slowly removed her mouth and returned to her seat at the table. His look of euphoric bliss was all she needed to accentuate the fact that some meals were better then others. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----