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Elegant Evening
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
ELEGANT EVENING
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They walked proudly into the elegant restaurant arms emtwined. Her long
royal blue dress rustled softly as she moved along on hidden sleek legs in
high heels. She turned to look at him and smiled as they waited to be seated.
Her magical green eyes sparkled like clear emeralds behind long, dark lashes
and soft, pink lips parted gently to show her white teeth. She never ceased
to stir his hunger for her and as he gently brushed aside a lock of her long,
light brown hair, he could feel the hunger growing within.
"Sir, miss, if you'll follow me please" said the host finally leading them
to their table.
He lead them through table after table of elegant couples each turning
their head to watch him escort her following the host. Finally, they reached
a round booth at the very back of the restaurant. They had almost complete
privacy. The host set a wine menu on the table and left them. He remembered
that these two were very private people and yet so elegant.
As she bent to sit down, he watched his wife. She was beautiful in her
blue dress, but he knew she was even better beneath it. He looked at her
round, smooth breasts and how they fit perfectly into that dress. He
imagined walking up to her and letting them free to caress her hard nipples
and suck on each in turn. As she slowly sat upon the seat, he imagined that
warm, soft, wet place between her legs and how he'd much rather eat her for
dinner. How he'd like to slowly brush his face all over her hairs and feel
them gently tickle as he smelled that wonderful scent. Then, slowly, he would
lick right down the center of her lips taking a long taste of her wonderful
necter. He would move his tongue up to her magical button and run his tongue
in big circles around it: teasing it, making it grow. Then, lightly he'd
flick it with his tongue and feel her pleasure writhe around him. Feeling
her excitement grow, he would begin to suck on it torturing her with the
ecstacy. When her orgasm grew near, he would move his fingers into her
sweet hole and move them in and out in an increasing rhythm with his tongue.
Finally, her whole body would spasm and her juices come pouring out. He
wouldn't waste any of that precious liquid, so he continues to lick up every
last drop of it until her spasms cease.
All this he thought of in the moment that she sat. He could really feel
his hunger now, and it would soon begin to show. He quickly smoothed out
his tux and took a seat beside her knowing that the floor length table cloth
would block everything from view.
She moved close to him, and he could hear her breathing. Then, she leaned
over and kissed him on the lips. Softly he felt her lips brush his. Then,
more persistent as her tongue licked a path across his lips and quickly darted
between. Her tongue danced with his own as her hand slowly moved down between
his legs and started to massage his buldge. She knew what her husband wanted;
she always did because they shared a talent of feeling each other's feelings.
"Um...excuse me, can I get you some wine?" asked their waitor quietly.
She sat back, her hand still resting in her husband's lap, and spoke.
"Yes, we would like your finest white."
With her words, the waitor quickly disappeared, and she whispered in her
husband's ear.
"And I want you my love!"
She quickly disappeared beneath the table. She kneeled in front of him
knowing none could see her, and she unzipped his pants to let his hard dick
free. She gently caressed it with her fingertips, and she felt him shudder
as he grew harder in her hand.
He knew she was down there, and the excitement grew within him that he
couldn't see her or know what she was going to do next. Then he felt her lips
touch him, and he almost moaned out load until he remembered where he was.
She slowly licked him all over his long, hard shaft, and when she got to his
head, she devoured him in her mouth. And she began sucking him moving him in
and out of her wanting all of him.
His breathing became much faster, and he could feel her warm, wet mouth
surrounding him. He was moving quickly in and out of her as her tongue sent
thrills of ecstacy throughout him. The excitement was building and building.
She was going faster and faster. Finally, he could resist no more, and he
thrust hard into his wife's waiting mouth shooting his white cream into her
filling her up.
As she felt him come inside her, she quickly swallowed it all down in hungry
desire. She took all of it, and licked all of it from his now softening dick.
She left no trace of what she had done, and she quickly returned to her seat.
She gently put his wonderful tool away and zipped him up.
The waiter returned with their wine just at that moment. She looked at
her husband, licked her lips, and said, "Are you ready to order dear?"
So, the elegant couple ordered their dinner each staring at the other and
sharing their erotic secrets.
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