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Dining Out (MF)
by Dulcinea (dulcinea5@aol.com)

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The crowded restaurant did nothing to improve his mood. It had been 
a long, tiring day, and he wanted little more than to get supper 
and head for home.  He couldn't help but stare at his watch, the 
minutes quickly passing as he waited for her to arrive.

Ten minutes late. Twenty minutes late. He idly snacked on the 
complimentary chips and salsa, glad she'd chosen a Mexican 
restaurant tonight. A glance back at his watch. Twenty-five 
minutes. Where was she?

"Hey Mister." He recognized her soft, sexy voice immediately. "Buy 
a girl a drink?"

"Where have you.... been?" His eyes seemed to bug out as he turned 
to look at her. "Wow!" He said, all thoughts of her tardiness 
forgotten. "You look....  incredible!"

"Thank you." She glided to the chair next to him, scooting it 
closer to him before sitting down. He allowed his eyes to devour 
her, taking in the luscious curves and the deep cleavage revealed 
by her sexy dress. Oh, he loved the way the silky fabric slid up 
her legs, showing her soft thighs enmeshed in sheer black 
stockings. She'd obviously taken the time to dress especially for 
him, knowing all the right buttons to push. Wall, almost all..... 

He dropped his glance to her feet, swallowing hard when he saw the 
black patent leather heels, the high heel arching her foot and 
emphasizing the curve of her calves. "Sorry I was late." She said 
softly.

"Huh? Oh, that's okay." He slid over the menu, watching her as she 
picked what she wanted for dinner. The rise and fall of her chest 
as she breathed, the way she wiggled her ankle to make the slim 
golden chain she wore catch the light. He motioned to the waitress, 
sending their order to the kitchen before turning his attention 
back to the sexy woman at his side. "You look incredible." He said.
She laughed, a low, sultry laugh that sent shivers through him. 

"You already said that." She told him, reaching for the goblet of 
water. "I'm so glad you like it. I picked this dress just for you."

"Mmmm! You have wonderful taste." He reached out, resting his hand 
on her knee, enjoying the smooth feel of the nylon and her leg 
underneath. A gentle squeeze elicited a smile from her, and he had 
to force himself to remove his hand and not inch his way up her 
thigh. "New shoes, too." He noted. "I like them a lot."

"What, these?" She lifted her foot towards him, rolling her ankle. 

The mischief in her eyes let him know that she knew just how what 
effect she had on him. "I somehow thought you might like them."

"I do, I do." He had to re-arrange his pants, trying to take some 
of the pressure off his suddenly throbbing cock. "You are so mean 
to me." He said, occupying his hands with the silverware on the 
table. "Showing up, dressed like that....." He sighed. "What am I 
going to do with you?"

"Take me home and make wild passionate love to me?" She smiled, 
making a point of re-crossing her long legs, just to drive him 
crazy. She knew, without a doubt, that he was planning that now, 
more than ever.

Reaching to the bowl of chips, she selected one, scooping salsa and 
raising it to her lips. With a satisfying plop, a chunk of tomato 
fell off, landing on the swell of her breast. "Damn!" She put the 
chip on the table in front of her, reaching for her napkin.
"Wait." He grabbed his own napkin, reaching over to clear the 
tomato for her. Blotting the offending sauce off, he delighted in 
the way the soft flesh yielded under his fingers, the swell of her 
breast exciting him even more. "There! All better."

"Thank you." She had a slight blush in her cheeks. "I'll try to be 
more careful through the rest of dinner." She promised.

He sighed, looking at his watch, seeing no sign of the waitress. He 
had the feeling that this was going to be a long meal.

Exiting the restaurant, he looked around for her truck. "Where are 
you parked?" He asked. "I'll walk you over there."

"I'm parked back there." She pointed towards the hotel behind the 
restaurant. "By the swimming pool." A key was suddenly dangled in 
front of his eyes, room 534. "Wanna walk me over there?"

"Oh, very much so!" He took the key, then offered his arm, leading 
her across the parking lot to the front door of the hotel. Watching 
her walk up the front steps, the sway of her hips emphasized by the 
heels.... he groaned. She led him to the elevator, smiling at him 
seductively when the door closed. "Alone at last." She said.

Stepping into the circle of his arms, she pressed her body against 
his, feeling his hard cock press into her thigh. He had to reach up 
to kiss her, the heels making her just a smidge taller than him. He 
let his hands slide inside her coat, running up and down her body 
as the kissed. All too soon, the elevator stopped, and they parted.

The hotel room was small and cozy, a familiar suitcase tucked into 
the corner. Slipping out of her coat, she walked across the room, 
pulling a bottle of diet Coke from the ice bucket. "Can I pour you 
a drink?" She asked.

"Sure." He removed his own coat, draping it over the back of the 
chair, perching on the edge of the bed, simply delighting in 
watching her move.  "How long have you been planning this?"

"Oh, a couple of days. It's been a while since I've seduced you." 

She grinned, handing him his glass, sitting beside him. "And I do 
so love to think of new ways to seduce you."

Setting the glass on the bedside table, he pushed her back on the 
bed. "And I do so love it when you seduce me, you wench." He gave 
her a sloppy kiss, dragging his lips down her neck to suck on her 
collar bone. "I have been rock hard the last hour, you know that?"

She giggled, running her hand down his body to find the bulge in 
his slacks, giving him a gentle squeeze. He groaned against her 
neck, his hand snaking under her skirt, brushing against her bare 
pussy lips. "No underwear?" He asked.

"Uh-uh." She unzipped his slacks, her fingers wrapping around his 
cock. "I wanted to surprise you."

"It worked!" His fingers slid between the damp lips, probing deep 
inside her. His tongue trailed down to her breast, tasting the 
faint residue left from the salsa, then down into the deep well 
between her breasts. Her taste and her touch were driving him 
crazy. "I have to have you now." He whispered.

Rolling away, he stood up, helping her to her feet and pulling the 
dress over her head. "Leave the bra on. And the garter belt." He 
said, removing his own clothing. She reached out and wiped the 
dribble of pre cum from the angry red head of his cock, licking her 
fingers clean. "You are so sexy." He whispered.

Parting her thighs, he entered her, bringing one stocking clad leg 
up rest on his shoulder, kissing her toes right over the edge of 
the shoe. Running his hands up and down her leg, he pumped in and 
out of her, cumming after only a few minutes. He knew by her cries 
and whimpers that she was close, and he continued to make love to 
her, until she came, her pussy squeezing his semi-erect cock 
deliciously.

Spent, they lay side by side, calming down. Grinning wickedly, she 
draped her leg across stomach, knowing he couldn't resist touching 
it. "Happy?" She asked.

"Of course I am, silly." He pinched her thigh, making her squeal. 
"But something occurs to me."

Raising herself on one elbow, she looked down at him. "And just 
what would that be?" She asked.

"I'm going to have to go and move my car. I can't leave it in the 
restaurant parking lot.... It will get towed away." He sighed, 
forcing himself to stand up and get dressed. Grabbing the key, he 
headed for the door. "Stay right there." He told her, promising to 
be right back. He had a busy night ahead of him, he thought, 
stepping onto the elevator. All the way to his car, he was planning 
how he would seduce her next week.

~There are worse hobbies than windmill jousting~ 
~To every man his Dulcinea~ ~Dulcinea5@aol.com~

