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We were one of the first to arrive downstairs. “Deal with the servers. I want to observe you,” she said as I seated her in a far, out of the way table. There were candlelight centerpieces on each table and a few other candle pieces were mounted along the walls. Separating the tables were dividers draped with flower arrangements and foliage to offer a sense of privacy for the patron’s dining pleasure. The waitress came to our table, introduced herself and began to make suggestions. I placed our order and with a slight grin on my companion’s face, I could tell she approved of my selections. Upon the waitresses’ return with our drinks, this beautiful lady decided to distract my attention from the conversation by sliding one of her bare feet up my pant leg and strategically placing the other between my thighs. She touched curiously with her toes realizing that I was hard beneath the seam of my zipper. She gave me a wink of the eye as she began to press firmly with her foot against my cock. With each press I could feel my hardness against my body. I was clueless as to what the waitress had said and my reply was, “That’ll be fine. Thank you.” It was a good thing that what she had asked matched my answer because she immediately walked away and returned with the appetizers. “Do not be so distracted, little boi. Distraction does not impress me,” this beauty said. I felt ashamed that I had disappointed her so soon and lowered my gaze in acknowledgement. I noticed she was preparing herself to stand so I quickly stood and assisted her with the chair. “I’ll be back shortly. I need to freshen up some. When I return I want to be seated next to you. Make sure this is taken care of,” was her command as she walked away. “Yes, Ma’am,” I said as I watched her round the corner.

The waitress returned with plates in hand and both of us worked quickly to accomplish my companion’s order of arranging the seating in the manner that she had requested. As she walked back to the table, I seated her next to me and asked if I could be excused to use the facilities, as well. Her response was firm but soft, “No. Sit back down. You can wait.” We began to eat our main course and I could feel her hand begin to caress my thigh. Her touch was firm but gentle sending waves of lustful desire through my body. She pulled my leg closer to her, spreading them further apart. Gently she slid her thigh on top of mine, allowing her lower leg to relax between my calves. As she swallowed her bite of food I heard her next command, “Pleasure me.” Grabbing my hand with hers, she slipped it under her dress and between her thighs. She held her glass to show me that only one swallow remained and then it would be empty. “Pleasure me and order some more wine. Now,” she commanded just before taking in her last swallow.

Placing my fork down I motioned for the waitress to return. My other hand, the one between her thighs had now reached anxiously to discover that not only was she completely naked beneath her dress but also the discovery of the warmth and wetness of her sexual desires. I could feel the folds of her pussy beneath the caressing and massaging of my fingers. The fullness of her lips as they swelled with arousal. Her clit had hardened as I continued to touch with my curious fingers. She was dripping wet. Her soft pubic hairs were now saturated with the sweet juices of her pussy. I was no longer hungry for the meal in front of me but rather for the dessert within the grasp of my exploring hand. “May we please have another glass of wine for the beautiful lady,” I said with a catch in my throat. It reminded me of a young adolescent boy going through puberty while his voice cracks and squeaks. Her soft moans began to fill my ears as I continued to work diligently to bring her to climax. I caught a glance of her as the waitress returned with the bottle of wine and poured her glass full. “I’ll leave the remainder of the bottle with you,” she said as she noticed the heavy breathing coming from this beautiful women sitting beside me. Looking back at me the waitress smiled and walked away to share her findings with the others in the kitchen.

My eyes quickly returned to this sensually attractive woman that I was stroking and probing with my fingers. She allowed herself to enjoy all of her pleasures since we now had an audience of waitresses peering from the distance. Her head tilted back in a slight motion as she moistened her lips with the lush tip of her tongue. The breathing she was now experiencing had reclined her back in the seat and her breasts raised and lowered with each inhale and exhale. I could feel her hips beginning to rise to my touch and her hand had now reached for my shoulder in a desperate attempt to brace herself from falling off the chair. The wetness of her pussy released in a hot gush over my hand and I felt her body tense as she closed her mouth tightly to hold back her need to release sounds of satisfaction. “Oh yeah,” she whispered under her breath as she regained her composure. “You like my handiwork, eh?” I asked with just a touch of pride. “I said for you to be silent. Did I not?” was her response. Her voice had a slight tone to it that told me I might have messed up here. I shook my head in disbelief that I had possibly screwed things up for myself.

As she raised herself in a more upright position she said, “Hand me your napkin.” With the skill of a magician she had not only maneuvered the napkin between her legs to clean up excess wetness but had managed to take my cum-covered hand and raise it between the two of us saying, “Lick with me.” We both licked her cum from my fingers and then without hesitation I reached behind her head with my free hand to pull her into a kiss. Passionately we shared one another’s tongues in a dance of silent foreplay. She now took her napkin and wiped the remaining juices of her pleasure from my hand and then her lipstick from my mouth. “Get the waitress over here. Have her heat the remainder of our meal and request that she bring it to our room later,” was her command as she carefully continued to clean between her thighs. “Yes, Ma’am,” I said as I motioned for the waitress to return to our table. “We’d like the rest of this meal heated and delivered to our room later this evening,” I said, “and bring a fresh bottle of wine for the lady too.” The waitress smiled as she began to gather the plates. “If you like, there’ll be something in it for you, as well,” said my companion to the waitress. I turned to look at her with confusion and bit of disbelief. Actually, it was more like jealousy. What could she possibly be offering this waitress? “Oh yes, Ms., I’d like that very much,” the waitress answered with eagerness in her voice.