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Subject: Title story: "A Midnight Woman Ch. 4" Author: Incest Man 63826801
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Date: Tue, 03 Jan 2006 22:02:00 +0000
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A Midnight Woman Ch. 4 by atotk Brian looked up to see Deanna, as she slipped
into the booth next to him. She reached under the tablecloth and felt his
hardness. "Gee, Bri was I gone so long you started to miss me?" She laughed and
very carefully pushed his cock into his slacks and zipped him up. "Uhm, should
we have some desert, Dee?" "Not right now, I have something else in mind for
desert, Brian. But it's still early, let's go find a lounge someplace and dance.
Okay?" "Sounds good to me, Dee." At that point, Anthony arrived tableside. "Can
I get you anything further? Desert, perhaps? Or a cappuccino?" Anthony stood
close to Deanna's side of the booth and almost jumped into the air when he felt
her hand touch the inside of his thigh. It moved higher and onto his ass,
shielded from view by his apron. He felt it giving his ass a squeeze, and then
it left. "No thanks," said Deanna, "just the check please." Anthony
instinctively handed the check toward Brian but Dee intercepted it. "It's my
treat tonight, Anthony." She smiled at him and then opened the check and checked
it over. She handed Anthony a Platinum credit card and he took it to the
checkout. When he returned, Deanna signed the slip and took her copy. She closed
the folder with the original slip and the note she had written in the restroom
inside. Anthony thanked them both and disappeared into the kitchen. "Well, shall
we go?" she asked. "Okay, let's go." Deanna took Brian's arm and they left
Gino's and were immediately greeted outside the front door by the limousine.
Brian just looked at Deanna and wondered, saying nothing. Inside, Anthony
Cinzani took the folder to the checkout and opened it. He gave the credit card
receipt and the folder to the cashier, but he kept the note he found. On the
scrap of paper were scribbled and address and a time: 2:00 a.m. He had a feeling
he knew what it meant. **********. The lounge Brian chose was atop one of the
city's finer hotels. It occupied the top floor and was framed on all four sides
with wall to wall windows. In the middle were the elevators behind dark mahogany
walls and surrounded by a 360 degree wrap-around bar. The lighting was all tiny
spots hidden in the ceiling, giving the entire room an intimate atmosphere,
almost like it was actually floating in space among the giant buildings outside
the glass walls. In one corner was a single baby grand piano attended by an
elegant looking man in a white dinner jacket, singing old standards that would
have made Sinatra proud. It was perfect for soft conversation and close dancing.
Brian ordered a bottle of the finest champagne and they found a table near the
piano. Brian watched as Deanna sipped her drink and moved her head to and fro in
time with the music. "Dance with me Brian," she said, taking his hands in hers
and gently pulling him out of his chair. There was no dance floor, couples just
swayed in place where they stood. Brian put his arms around her waist as Dee
slid her fingers through the hair on the back of his neck. She fit the contours
of her body to his, feeling his stiffening hardness against her stomach.
"Mmmmm," she murmured, "this feels good. You feel good." She closed her eyes and
laid her head on his chest. Brian felt his hips move with hers as they circled
gently together. Deanna looked up into Brian's eyes. "Are you happy Brian, do I
make you happy? Do I make you feel good?" "Yes," was all he said before she
moved her mouth onto his and their lips parted and their tongues each began to
search. Brian lowered one hand to her ass and began to caress it. Deanna shifted
her hips back and forth against his growing erection. And then, dancing in the
dark, she maneuvered them so that they were in the very darkest corner and
Brian's back was to the room. She let her hand drift down his front to his
zipper, which she pulled down. Her hand stroked him through the material before
entering through the fly of his silk boxers. She found his cock and felt the
hardness of it, as well as the moist oozing of pre-cum on its very tip. She
continued to explore his mouth with her tongue as she massaged the ooze into
him. She began to move her hand up and down his full length, feeling Brian's
hips start to respond while his heart beat through her breasts to meet her very
own. She continued to pump him slowly listening to his breathing become more
ragged as his excitement grew. She pulled his head closer and moved her mouth to
his ear. She bit his earlobe and then she said, "Cum for me baby, I want you to
cum in your pants right here. I want to feel your smooth cock shoot all over my
fingers and into your new silk. Do it for me Brian, and then we'll both lick my
fingers. Cum now, Brian, cum." And he did. And the sensation of standing there
on the dark dance floor shooting his seed into his sister's hand was
overwhelming. He felt like he came for an hour. And all during it, Deanna held
him as close as she could. And when he was done, she pulled her hand from
between them and he could see her fingers glistening in the moonlit room. He
opened his mouth and tasted his own cum. And then she put her hand back down and
returned it with more which she licked off slowly and sensuously. "How's that
for dessert, Bri?" They both smiled. The music ended and Deanna zipped Brian
back up before they went to their table. He took a large gulp of the bubbly. He
looked into her eyes and saw something he had never seen before. He wasn't sure
what it was, but he was finding it impossible to resist. "That was nice, baby,
now do me," and she swung her legs across his so that he had access to her in
his lap. Hidden by the table top, but obvious to anyone who might have cared to
look, Brian let his fingers find her wet swollen pussy lips. They immediately
slipped inside and he began to fuck her first with two and then three. Deanna
began to moan. As he continued to pump his fingers in and out, his thumb found
the nub of her clitoris and began to manipulate it to and fro. Deanna's moaning
grew stronger, but the music hid it to all but Brian. Finally, she laid her head
against his shoulder and her body began to quake. "Oh, yeah, Bri, that's it,
that's the fucking spot, oh god I'm so hot I'm gonna cum a river," she hissed
into his ear. And he could feel her cum run down his knuckles, through the crack
of her ass and onto his lap. As he felt her lithe body begin to settle, he was
glad it was dark and that they were both wearing black. He was sure the front of
his pants was soaked. "Oh god, Brian, that was so hot. Your fingers are so
fucking good. I feel sooo wet! Did you like it? I know you did. Let's get out of
here, I need to fuck you. Now!" (To be continued)
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