We drove to the restaurant and she talked the whole way there, like someone had flipped a switch. I think she was nervous and maybe off balance getting caught masturbating. I just let her talk.
At the restaurant I talked with the Matre'd and asked for a secluded table where the lights were low and ordered some wine. I slipped him a 50 and told him if it turned out to be a good night I would reward him well. He discreetly pocketed the bill and then motioned us to follow. The location and table were perfect. It was a booth, but not like café booths. The bench around this booth was like a couch with pillows and was set back in a grotto with a heavy curtain drawn back. The curtain could be drawn closed to provide exclusive privacy. The table was elegantly set and had a large cloth that almost reached the floor. We sat across from each other and within a few minutes the waiter came with the wine on a cart being chilled in a fancy bucket of ice. He offered it to me for inspection and I nod my acceptance. He then pulls the cork and offers it to me to smell. I again nod acceptance and he pours the wine. He leaves but is back a few minutes later with the menu then leaves us. I asked her what she wanted and she wasn’t sure, so I made some suggestions, which she assented to and I took her menu and placed it with mine.
“What do you think?” I asked.
She thought for several seconds, fiddling with her wine and looking at her hands. “This is much more than I ever thought would happen tonight. You are much deeper than I imagined and I’m very pleased.” She took a sip of her wine and then looked me in the eyes. I could tell she was struggling with emotions.
I picked up my wine glass and made a toast, “To a most beautiful and sexy woman, may your dreams this night be filled with wonder.”
She wiped a tear from her eye and with emotion said, “to the man of my dreams.” We clicked glasses and sipped our wine.
Soon the waiter was back and took the order then disappeared again. Few other tables could be seen from where we sat. Our conversation was more serious now. She asked about my background and she told me about herself. I kept the glasses filled with wine and before the courses came I was feeling the warmth of the alcohol. We continued to talk as the courses came. When the main course was served I asked the waiter to close the curtain. I had removed my shoes before the first course had come and as we ate the main course and talked I found her feet and began to tease her. She in turn removed her shoes and giggled as I tickled her souls. I then slid my foot up her ankle and massaged caressed her calf. We continued to eat but the conversation fell silent. I continued to move my caresses up her legs to her knees. She stopped eating and closed her eyes. The only light in the grotto came from a triple wicked candle. I pulled it close and extinguished the flames. We sat there in the dark as I continued to climb her leg a touch the soft flesh of her thigh. She opened her legs and let me move further then scooted her hips toward my probing foot. I could hear her breathing as I’m sure she could hear mine. I withdrew my foot and she responded with a whimper of protest. I slipped off the bench and moved to her side. She moved over and let me sit next to her. I slipped my hand under the hem of her dress and continued the caressing my foot had started. Her thighs were like silk and quivered as I lighted stroked them and moved my hand further up. My hand moved over the top of her left thigh and followed the top of her leg to her groin and then down the outside of her leg to buttocks then down the out side of her leg to her knee. I crossed over to her right knee and repeated the moves but instead of moving back down her leg I pulled my hand across her belly slipping down to skim across the waistband of her panties. She responded with a shutter and reached down and pulled the hem of her dress up to her waist. With the tips of my fingers I traced the contours of her abdomen back and forth increasing the speed slightly as I moved up towards her breasts. She grabbed my hand and pulled it out from under her dress then placed it on her right breast and pressed my hand into her fleshy bosom. Her nipple was hard and erect in the palm of my hand. I reached up to her shoulder and pulled the strap of her dress down her arm. Anjie struggled as she pulled her arm free of the strap and then she freed her breast. Kneading her breast and pinching her nipple caused her breathing to became quicker and more ragged. She drew her thighs together and flexed which rocked her pelvis forward. With her left hand she found my leg and wasted no time following it up to my hard throbbing cock, grabbing and squeezing it through my trousers pumping her hand up and down it’s shaft. My hand dropped to the thin material covering her pussy. She spread her legs and I stroked across the wet surface of her panties.
I then whispered in her ear, “It’s time for dessert. I told you that you would beg me to fuck you.” And with that I withdrew my hand from her crotch slipped off the bench and took my place on the opposite side of the grotto. “you’d better put yourself back together, the waiter will be here soon with dessert.” I then pulled a woven cord that hung inside the curtain. She was furious as she slipped her strap back on her shoulder and pulled her dress back down. When the waiter arrived and opened the curtains she got up and left with her shoes in her hand. I gave the waiter a my credit card and asked for the bill. As he turned to leave I called him back and slipped him a 20 and asked him to summon the Matre'd. When the Matre'd arrived I smiled broadly and gave him and envelope which contained a 100-dollar bill. “Most satisfactory. I hope the reward is adequate” I said. He bowed slightly with a smile and departed. Anjie still hadn’t returned when the waiter came back with my card and receipt. I signed the reciept and included a generous gratuity.
When Anjie came back her mood was black and she said, “take me home.”
I responded, “Fine. I will take you home. Perhaps I misjudged you. Is this the way you would have responded if I had wiped your ass all over the racquetball court? I didn’t think you were such a bad sport.”
She turned and walked off. I slipped my shoes on and strode out of the restaurant. She was waiting at the car. I opened the doors with a push of a button and she let herself in. We left in silence and I drove slowly towards my apartment to get her things.
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