The night started off flawless. I wore my red halter top dress
that had rhinestones around the top and bottom. My strappy 3 inch stilettos wrapped
around my calves accentuating the muscles in them and my thighs. My body
glistened with the cocoa butter and lotion melody that I put together. My hair
was done in big soft curls and draped over my shoulders. I glossed my lips and
sprayed on my favorite man-eating perfume. That was the final touch and I was
ready to go.
Isaiah was waiting for me in the living room. I saw him looking at
pictures of me with family and friends. I walked down the steps and he turned
his attention towards me. I could tell he was in awe. So was I. Isaiah was so
handsome. He had on cream colored slacks and brown and cream button down. He
had a fresh cut and his side burns that attached to his mustache made him even
sexier. I was getting wet just looking at him. I had to pull myself together. “Hey beautiful, you ready to go?” Isaiah took me in his arms for an embrace. I stood lingering as he held me. This felt so right. I waited so long.
“Yes, I’m ready.” I responded as I broke away from him. I grabbed
my purse and keys from the table and we exited the house. I felt Isaiah
pressing up against as he let me out the door first. I turned around to lock
the door and was nose to nose with him. I wanted to taste his lips so bad, but
if I did we would miss our reservation at one of the top restaurants in the
city called the Roof Top. It was a spot that over looked the city. I heard it
was very romantic. Isaiah made the reservations weeks ago. I was excited to get
to spend this time with him.
I locked the door to my house and we headed to his car. He drove a
very nice Buick Lacrosse. It was black with chrome wheels that sparkled just
right when the light hit them. Just like the gentlemen he was, Isaiah opened my
door and I slid inside. My body melted into the cool, leather seats. Moments
later Isaiah was sliding inside the driver’s seat. He put the key in the
ignition and we were on our way.
“You, know I haven’t told you that you look gorgeous tonight
Simone.” I was smiling from ear to ear. He has always giving me compliments,
but tonight’s seemed extra special.
“Thank you baby.” I replied. “You look very handsome yourself.” I
rubbed his knee. He looked over at me and gave me one his sexy smiles.
“I think you’re really going to enjoy dinner tonight. This place
has already been rated 5 stars from the food critics and the entertainment
critics in the city.” Isaiah said. I just sat back and relaxed. I was hoping
dinner went kind of fast. The only thing I was really thinking about was
ripping those clothes off of him and giving him the best pussy he’s ever had. I
was starting to get antsy. We cruised down 75 south to the downtown of our
city. It was so breath taking at night.
We made small talk in the car. His hand gently touched my bare
thigh, and I gushed a little. Isaiah held my hand and controlled the car with
the left. I felt like being daring. I slip his hand between my thighs and let
him feel what he was doing to me. Isaiah had a devilish smile spread across his
lips.
“Damn girl, it’s like that huh?” I just nodded in response. He was
massaging my clit just right. I lifted my ass from the seat just a lil to raise
my dress and spread my legs. It was the freak in me I guess. It was like lyrics
from that song by 2 Chainz “Right hand on
this steering wheel, left hand on this pussy.” Isaiah had played with my clit
for the remainder of the ride. My nipples were diamond hard, and my breath
became shallow. My heart rate increased, my legs began to shake, and I know I
was making puddles on his leather seats. I guess that didn’t matter because he
kept dancing in with my kitty. My eyes rolled in the back of my head and I
started gyrating on his fingers. First he had one playing around with me, and
then he used two. I was in ecstasy. If his finger game was this good, I couldn’t
wait to see what the dick game was like.
By the time we arrived to the restaurant I had cum at least three
times. Good thing I didn’t wear panties otherwise they would have been soaked
from all my juices. I took a minute to get myself together. I looked over at
Isaiah and saw him adjusting himself. I guess me getting worked up got him
worked up. That bulge in his pants was no joke. I always imagined he had a big
dick. I could just tell from the way he walked. After we got ourselves together
we entered the restaurant.
“You know I can’t wait to taste you.” Isaiah whispered in my ear.
“All you have to do is taste your fingers if you want a sample.” I
said smirking at him. That’s exactly what he did. He looked around to see if
the hostess was paying us any attention before he sucked his pointer and his
middle fingers. “Mmm.” I heard I him say.
“Just wait until I get my hands on
you.” Isaiah grinded his dick against my ass while we waited to be seated. The
slut in me said “Take his ass to a coat
closet or the handicap stall in the bathroom.” While the lady in me said, “You can hold off until at least dinner is
over.” I swear the slut in me was winning, but the lady in me had a point.
I curved my lustful appetite and decided to get through dinner. I knew it would
be worth the wait anyway.
Moments later we were led to our
seats. We walked down a few steps and found our seats by a small garden of
roses that lined the wall from end of the roof to the other. The roses were red,
white, and pink and they smelled so good. We ordered our drinks. Mine was water
with lemon and Isaiah ordered a bottle of Champaign. I wasn’t much of a drinker
though, but I went with the flow of the evening. The Champaign arrived with two
long stem glasses and a bucket of ice. The
waitress left and Isaiah poured us a glass.
“So, are you having a good time?” Isaiah
asked me as I took my first sip.
“I’m having a great time. This is so
beautiful.” I replied.
“Good, I’m glad you’re enjoying
yourself.” Isaiah leaned back in his seat and stared at me.
“What’s wrong?”
“Oh, nothing is wrong. I was just
admiring your beauty Simone. I’ve always thought you were a beautiful woman. It’s
my pleasure to be spending the evening with you tonight.” I blushed so damn
hard I thought my cheeks were on fire. It took a few minutes before my skin
tone went back to its original color. I picked up the menu and looked over the
food items. Everything looked so good. I peeked over the menu to see if Isaiah
was ready to order. I already knew what I wanted, but it wasn’t on the menu. So
I decided to settle for the grilled salmon and asparagus with a side of mash
potatoes.
“I can’t get your sweetness off my
mind.” The aphrodisiac look that Isaiah had in his eyes spoke volumes. As much
as I wanted him to take me right there on our table, I had to decline the temptation,
but Isaiah on the other hand had other plans.
“Can I kiss your lips.” He asked me.
“Yes you may.” I leaned forward and
closed my eyes as I waited for his lips to touch mine. After a few seconds of
not feeling them yet, I opened them to find that he wasn’t in his seat. What the fuck?! I surveyed the area,
there were only about four other couples so far sitting in the area that we
were in. Maybe he went to go freshen his
breath. I thought. I back down in my chair and took another sip of my Champaign.
I suddenly felt hands on my legs; and I jumped. I reached under the table cloth
to see what the hell was going on. It was Isaiah. He had crawled underneath.
“Isaiah!” I whispered as loud as I
could without drawing attention to myself. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Shh. You said I could kiss your
lips. Now open up.” I felt his hands spread my legs apart.
“I didn’t think you meant those
lips!” I tried to close my legs, but trust me I wasn’t trying hard enough; if
at all really. I felt his fingers slide in me once again. Instantly I gushed. He
twirled his finger around my clit and then he blew on it. When that cool air
hit my warmth, chills ran through me. I reclined back into my chair; he spread
my legs farther. The next thing I felt were his lips French kissing mine. I
felt his tongue slide from the bottom of my pussy to the top and back down
again. He took my clit between his lips and sucked gently on it. I could hear
the noises coming from under the table. Damn
this shit was feeling good. I was trying to keep my composure and not slip
out of my chair. I clutched the table cloth for dear life while he stuck his tongue
deep inside me. I felt him opening and folding his as he darted it quickly
around my now swollen pearl. Fuck had
managed to escape my mouth. It wasn’t loud enough to draw attention to myself.
Isaiah smacked my pussy a few times and then returned his lips to it. Damn how did he know that was the shit I
liked? I knew I was making puddles under this damn table. I hope he was
catching all the juices that were escaping.
Isaiah had my legs wrapped around
his neck. He gripped my thighs and ate this pussy like it was his meal for the
night. I tried to remain calm during this whole ordeal, but the shit was
getting harder; especially as I was on the verge of cumming. I bit down on my
lip hard. It took a lot for me not to pull the top of my dress down and start
to play with my nipples. I reached down under the table, grabbing the back of
his head I started humping his face. The way I had planned on doing it later
that night.
The table began to shake so I had to
slow my humping down. Isaiah sucked my clit and had his fingers dancing in my
pussy at the same time.
“Oh shit!” I slightly screamed. I
looked around and saw a few heads turn in my direction. “It was a bee.” I said
trying to cover up the fact that I was getting the best head of my life. My
whole body started to shake which made the table start to shake and the glass and
silverware that lie on top of it as well.
I saw a figure coming towards us,
but I couldn’t really make out who it was. I thought it was the waitress coming
to take our order.
“DAMN!” I yelled. This time everyone
was looking at me. “Fuck it. I’m getting
mine in.” I had came so hard as Isaiah’s lips covered my pussy and sucked
so hard I thought my back was going to cave in. His tongue went into hurricane mode
around my clit, and his fingers were going like little jackhammers. I swear if
I had stood up, I would have fell from all the juices that was one the floor
under me.
I came down from my orgasmic high
and seen the figure was about three feet away from the table, but it wasn’t the
damn waitress at all.
“Oh shit!” I said as Isaiah tried to
discreetly make his way back to his chair. He adjusted his shirt and grabbed
the napkin to whip his face. I didn’t take my eyes off the person who was now
standing behind him.
“Did you enjoy that?” He asked me. I
didn’t answer.
“What’s wrong baby? Are you ok?”
Isaiah had a concerned look on his face. I tilted my head suggesting that he
turn around.
“Yes Simone. Are you ok?” I saw
Isaiah’s eye widen like he was a deer caught in headlights. Fatima, my “best
friend” and his woman had come back into town; early. Now am I going to explain this shit!
To Be Continued
Lady R Publications,LLC © August 17, 2012
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