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Dinner
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Dinner
Its early spring, but it'd be hard to tell from the
weather. Its still really cold outside, and after dark the urge
to be inside somewhere warm and bright is pretty strong. We've
gone to Scotti's, an odd name for a small downtown Italian
restaurant, good food, multi-colored candles in Chianti bottles,
soft white tablecloths and rather empty on a Tuesday night. I
feel good, the cold has reddened up my cheeks and candlelight is
flattering to everybody. You look marvelous to me, and kiss the
top of my head as you sit down. Food comes and we talk of
this and that, how things are at work, your new book.
Eventually the conversation turns to missing each other. You've
been living out of town for work reasons, and come back every
few weeks. You lean over the table and say, very low, "Ah,
Alice, you are beautiful, I've missed having your beauty". I
smile and sip at my glass of wine. "Having your beauty, Alice,
owning it." You want to play, and that alone raises my pulse
and brings a flush to my cheeks. I incline my head, trying to
ask what next, without words. I want you in control, I want to
do what you want of me, I want to give myself to you. The
desires threaten my composure, and you know me well enough to
understand.
"Look at me, Alice, raise your eyes". I look up and see
a gentle smile, but sparkling eyes suggest that you've already
thought through what comes next. Your thought-throughs are
always dangerous, strong enough to fill your needs and mine,
both. But I always have my doubts, and my doubts always get me
into trouble. Trusting you completely is my guide, now. "Go
downstairs, to the ladies room, take off your underwear and
bring it back to me, now".
I sigh to calm myself. I once thought that taking off my
underwear for you would get easier, but it doesn't. It gets me
excited and makes me uncomfortable and nervous. But I know you
love it, watching my breasts sway under my blouse, always
watching to see if I leave a stain on my pants or skirt. I go
downstairs, quickly counting in my mind the number of people in
the restaurant. Alone is bad, you will be willing to push me
much more, but lots of people mean means more people watching.
I fear being watched, I am afraid of someone seeing me. You are
the only one, in my view, who thinks my body is grand and my
embarrassment erotic. There is no one else in the women's
room. Under my skirt, I quickly strip off my panties, and undo
my bra. I can get it off without taking off my sweater all the
way. Damn, I have no pockets, so I quickly crumple them in my
hand. Maybe I can get back to the table without anyone noticing.
I breath deeply, to gather myself together and think of your
touch. In my head are ideas of what might happen, even though I
try and remember that anticipating makes it worse. I step out
of the womens room and you grab me from behind. I nearly scream,
I am so startled. "I'll take those, and not another word". I am
shaking with fright as you reach around the front and push up my
sweater to touch my breasts. The warmth of your hands is
incredible and I can lose myself in your touch. I could live in
your caresses for hours. There is a small table in front of
the phone here, and you push me face down over it, till my feet
barely touch the ground. My heart is pounding. Not here, please
not here, I think. My love for you serves as discipline and I
hold still as you position me. You lift my skirt over my ass and
push my legs apart. I am now torn between anxiety and desire. I
think about people coming by, but your fingers stroke me,
eliciting all the responses you know you can. "Very wet, rather
open", you muse. And you bring something around for me to look
at. Its a zucchini, not terribly large, but enough so I will
feel it. "This is for you Alice, I know you like presents". And
as I am leaning over the table you start to work it into my
cunt. I feel myself stretching to accommodate the squash, and
squirming and hoping that your fingers will touch me. I think of
being spread out and exposed like this in a nice restaurant, as
you fuck me with the zucchini. "Let's quit here, you'll get
plenty later" you say, stopping before I can come . You spank me
a few times, just enough to redden my ass and I bite my lip so I
don't cry out. "I want you to enjoy sitting without underwear"
you say, pushing my skirt back down. "I'll follow you upstairs,
and Alice," with a grin I can hear in every word "don't loose
the zucchini, it would be very hard to explain to anyone". I
stop, with suddenly thinking how the hell am I going to keep
this thing in me, with no underpants on. I push my thighs
together and find that slow little steps and a solid pull of my
vagina seem to keep it in. I involuntarily wiggle as I walk,
not at all my normal stride. My breasts bounce in rhythm up the
stairs and to the table.
As I sit down, rather gingerly, you say "Very nice, now
lift your sweater and show me your breasts". What? Show myself?
I shake my head. "Alice", you sternly say, and I remember my
earlier desire to submit to you. I look around, and when no one
is near, I quickly lift and lower my top. My nipples are hard,
crinkled rocks, and the cold air is like icy fingers on them.
"Alice, you have no appreciation of how much *I* like that, now,
do it again, slower, and touch your nipples". Blushing, I push
my top up, and with each hand, touch a nipple. I start to pinch
them, knowing that you would like it, when the door facing me is
opened, and people come through, bringing a draft of cold air
with them. I quickly lower both my top and my eyes. Embarrassed,
yes. I don't want to show myself. I do want to be touched, and
I'm left frustrated, not by accident I suspect. You pay the
bill and say its time to go. I get up, quickly at first, and
then feeling the zucchini start to slither out, more slowly. I
walk slowly to the door and down the block to the car, you
behind me, watching. "Get in, Alice, and drive". We get in the
car and before starting it, I lean over to kiss you. You
pointedly pull away from me. "Alice, this is for me, not for
you." I must look disappointed as I turn back to start the car,
because you grab my jaw, hard and pull my face towards you.
"Understand, you will get kisses and pleasure when I want to
give them to you. It pleases me to show off your body, to touch
you. I will. Now, as you drive, touch me, make me come". I see
that you have unzipped your pants and your very hard cock is
standing out. The cold has never bothered you as much as me.
We start the drive home, and I stroke you with my free hand. You
are nearly throbbing, and moving your hips rhythmically. My
desires subside a bit, and my energy is split between driving
carefully and pleasing you. We stop at a light, and you grab my
head hard, pushing it down into your lap. "Suck on me, now", and
I do. You are getting close to coming, when the car behind us
honks. "Drive" you say, a little softly, "and touch me". I do.
Finally, we get to Jon & Carol's where you are staying for
tonight. Its a busy street, although not a main one. There are
houses only on one side,and woods on the other. I pull up across
from their house, and leave the car running, for the heat. "Turn
off the car, Alice" you say, "Take off your coat, your shirt".
The car is warm enough, and I twist and turn and pull them off.
We are not under a street light, so its dim in the car. "Sit on
me, with your back towards me, facing out". It takes me a
moment, but your seat is pushed back and I settle onto your lap.
The zucchini feels very full inside of me, as you reach around
me to pull my legs apart and caress my breasts a bit. We've
steamed up the windows and no one can see into the car, the
darkness feels safe to me. I am aroused, but content, and start
to make deep sighing noises. Probably a mistake, content is
seldom one of your goals when we play.
I start to rock back and forth on your hard cock,
letting it rub along the crack in my ass. As you reach around
and pull out the zucchini, you give me instructions: "Stop that
and lean forward, Alice". I do, but not enough for you. You push
me up against the window of the car, so that my breasts
painfully touch something cold. I'm in an awkward position with
my hips are forward and off of your lap and I wedge my arms up
on the roof to support myself. I feel you caress my ass, and
then the zucchini, still slick with my juice, rubbing at my
anus. You start pushing the zucchini into my ass, and I think it
is certainly too big to fit. It hurts and I squeeze out tears,
almost silently, as you are determined to have your way.
Slowly, you push and pull the zucchini until most of the length
is lodged inside of me. When you are finished, you touch my
checks to see if I have cried, and I hear you gently kiss your
fingers covered with my tears.
You grab my shoulders, pulling me back onto your lap as
you thrust your hard cock into my cunt. I have to arch my back
strongly to stay on you, and the position forces me to hold my
breasts out. They are cold and wet from having been pushed
against the dashboard. My cunt and ass are entirely filled, with
no room to spare, as you start moving beneath me. You seize my
breasts in your hands, and squeeze in the same rhythm as your
hips, till I cry out. One hand drifts down my belly to my cunt,
as a car approaches from the other direction. It shines its
lights into our car, lighting up my breasts for a brief burst.
You notice the lights on the fogged up windows and shift forward
to wipe them clean, giving a clear view into car. I almost pull
off of you, but your hands around me hold me fast.
We continue fucking, as cars seem to speed by, flashing
their lights quickly. My face is in the dark, but my breasts
with their dark nipples shine in the light. Finally one car
comes, far more slowly and seems to linger as it nears. I
imagine that the driver had a glimpse before, and was coming
back to look again. The headlight's glare on my breasts stays,
and you put your hands under them, holding them up to the light,
to show the world. "Don't stop, Alice" you warn me "they *will*
see your breasts. I want them to". One hand returns to my cunt,
and presses on my clit, stroking me, teasing me. The world may
be watching, but I no longer have a choice, your insistent
fingers have brought me to the edge and as you pinch my clit, I
explode. You can only continue for a few more strokes, before
you too, give in and finally come.
The car has moved on, and you tell me to turn around.
It takes a minute in the confines of the car, and as I settle
around you stroke my hair. You pull the zucchini out and I sigh
in relief. The windows are steamed up again, and we are safe
together in our dark cave. "Oh, Alice, I've missed you more than
you can possibly know".
Vermillion
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