But they don’t know you’re a cleaner, I tell myself.
We order from the obsequious waiters. John gets us an appetizer of some small lobster dish I’ve never even heard of. We both have steaks and fancy pasta.
We laugh and joke all through dinner. Our own table’s atmosphere is in sharp contrast to the somewhat strained and formal atmosphere around us. We’re clearly having a better time than everyone else around us. Unlike us, they’re all more concerned with taking selfies and with the possibility of paparazzi than with actually enjoying their meals.
“This is like, seriously, the best food I’ve ever eaten in my life,” I say, with my mouth still full.
John laughs and hands me a napkin. “Wait until you try the desert,” he says.
The desert arrives and of course it’s the best thing I’ve ever eaten.
“But this doesn’t compare to the real desert, of course,” I say, winking at John.
“What real dessert?” says John. “You don’t like the cake?”
“Oh,” I say. “It’s delicious. Best thing I’ve ever eaten. I just mean I was hoping we could hook up again after the meal. Before I have to return to my mom’s house, I mean.”
John laughs. “I love your frankness,” he says. “You may not know this, but people are always trying to bullshit me in my line of work. Usually people want a lot of money. But you’re not like that. You’re just different.”
“So you’re taking me straight home to my house, or you’ve got something else planned?” I say.
John smiles a coy smile at me. “I was hoping to take you out on the water,” he says.
“Swimming in the Hudson?” I say. “Is that what you had in mind?”
“Something a little less tiring,” says John. “I’ve arranged a yacht to take us out. It’ll just be me, you, and the captain.”
“You can’t steer a yacht yourself? I thought you were the all purpose billionaire who can do anything he wants?”
“I’ve won some competitions,” says John, modestly. “Yachting, sailing small boats. I even had a phase where I was doing motorboat racing. Now those things are really fast…”
“And you don’t think taking the yacht out will be as tiring as swimming?” I say.
“Why would it be tiring?” says John, a look of concern growing across his face. “I just thought it’d be nice. There’s a private cabin and everything.”
“I was referring to what we’re going to be doing in the cabin,” I say, not quite knowing where I’ve gotten the gall to say this. But I feel comfortable with John.”
John nearly spits out his champagne. I still haven’t touched mine, but I feel giddy from anticipation about what John and I are going to do tonight. Sober yet completely giddy as if I’ve been drinking champagne all evening. For a moment, I think of the baby growing inside me, and remember that it’s John’s. I look into his eyes and see them shining back at me. I know there’s something important between us… we just haven’t really spoken about it out loud yet. I know he feels it too. I wish I could tell him that I’m pregnant, but…
“Tell you what,” says John. “Let me up the ante on that one…”
“What do you mean?” I say.
“Here,” says John, taking my hand under the table and placing it on his crotch. His massive cock is rock hard, and I can feel the blood pulsating through it through his thin dress pants.
“You’ve got my attention,” I say.
“I’ll meet you in the women’s bathroom,” says John.
“At this restaurant? Won’t the waiters be upset if they catch us?”
“For the money I’m paying for this meal, I don’t think so,” says John. “That’s the thing about money. It kind of gets you what you want.”
“But I heard of some celebrities being arrested for something after…you know…doing it in the bathroom.”
John grins at me. “That’s a risk I’m willing to take,” he says. “After all, I can always have someone bail us out of jail if we wind up there. I’ve got the money for it.”
My mind flashes to how my mother would react if she heard the news I’d been messing around in a restraint bathroom with a billionaire. At first I’m horrified at the potential embarrassment of that scenario, but then I start chuckling and realize I’d actually relish it. Does that make me a bad girl? Hey, I’m in my twenties though, right? It’s not like I have to do what makes other people happy and not work towards my own happiness.
Without saying another word, I get up from the table as suavely as I can and walk towards the ladies’ room, which is in the back of the restaurant.
Before entering the bathroom, I turn and flash John a wicked smile from across the restaurant.
Inside, the bathroom, I take a deep breath. I’ve never done anything like this before. And this bathroom is just as fancy as the rest of the restaurant, which means it’s fancier than my entire mother’s apartment by a long shot.
Upscale sex in an upscale bathroom I think to myself.
A moment later, the door swings open and John rushes in. He’s holding a napkin in front of his crotch, which he removes to reveal the tremendous bulge in his slacks.
“You walked through the restaurant like that?” I say. “It’s it a bit obvious? Couldn’t you think of baseball or something?”
“I don’t care what they think,” says John, throwing the latch on the door behind him.
“You know this is the only bathroom,” I say. “There are multiple stalls…”
“They’ll just have to wait,” says John, an aggressiveness coming into his voice. He almost seems to possess a savage desire for me that turns me on. I can feel my body reacting to his desire, to his crotch, to the lust that I feel from him towards me.
He approaches me and he’s never looked so big and powerful. His eyes are gleaming with something I haven’t seen before.
I feel myself trembling a little in anticipation.
John kisses me deeply and with both hands grabs my waist. He picks me up as if I were nothing at all and places me on the sink.
My back rests against the mirror.
Before I know what’s happening, John’s lifting up my dress so that it’s around my hips.
“Oh my God!” I say, as John’s tongue contacts my thigh. He works his way around each thigh before grazing my outer lips.
I moan as he starts licking me. I’d forgotten how incredible it was that first night we were together.
He has technique but he also has passion.
His finger is inside me, deep inside me, moving in a way that drives me crazy.
“I love the way you taste,” says John. It’s probably the dirtiest thing anyone’s ever said to me and I might be grossed out if I wasn’t so turned on.
His hands are pushing my thighs apart…his strong and powerful hands. Now they’re massaging my breasts underneath my dress.
“Oh my God” I say. “I’m going to…”
But before I can even pronounce the word “come,” I do come. And hard.
Massive shivers running through me like sparks, from my groin up to my head, all the way through me. My body feels light and I feel like I’m going to faint, but in a wonderful way.
I’m trying to stop from shrieking but I can’t stop moaning and John doesn’t make any effort to keep me quite. He just keeps going, doubling his intensity. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
“I need to taste your cock,” I say, towards the end of my orgasm. “Give it to me now.”
I’ve never been this forward with any man before.
Before I know it, I’m on my knees in front of John, unbuckling his belt buckle. His massive throbbing cock springs out to greet me, and I take it in my mouth.
“I’ve waited so long for this,” says John, grunting as I slurp on his cock, bobbing my head up and down.
John’s cock is so long he can easily take the base of it in his fist, even with the rest being in my mouth. He starts working away, and the idea of him jerkin
g himself off into my mouth is so hot in the moment that it almost sends me over the edge to another orgasm. Almost, but not quite. But I feel like I’m teetering between two intense orgasms—the one I just had and the one I know is approaching. It’s only a matter of time.
But honestly, just sucking his cock is enough for me.
Now John’s removed his fist and he’s pumping lightly into my mouth, moving his hips almost as if he were fucking me.
“I need to be inside you,” says John, gruffly, as if he’s straining against an orgasm, as if his cock is going to explode at any moment.
And, sure enough, his cock is pulsating. It’s harder and larger than it’s ever been. I can feel it in my mouth. I swirl my tongue around it and tighten my mouth.
“Oh God,” says John, groaning in response.
There’s a loud knock on the door. “Anyone in there?” says a shrill voice that I’m sure belongs to a super model.
“Just a minute,” says John, trying his best to keep his voice even. But there’s the sexual undertone to it that probably doesn’t go unnoticed by the woman on the other side of the door.
“Is someone in there?” says another voice outside the door.
“I think so,” says the first woman. “The door’s locked.
This isn’t good. I don’t know if we’re going to have time for real sex now.
“We better hurry up,” I whisper to John as softly as I can.
“I guess you’re right,” says John, with a single look. It’s interesting how we can communicate quite well with just a look now.
“Hurry up in there,” says the woman.
“Here,” I whisper to John, using my hand to guide John’s hand to his own cock.
I get back up on the sink and spread my legs wide open. I start fingering myself intensely, going as hard and fast as I absolutely can. The pleasure wracks through my body making me shiver. I’m starting down the barrel of John’s massive cock and it’s making me so fucking horny I can barely contain myself. My body is shivering and moving involuntarily, my head snapping back and forth slightly as my open mouth faces towards the ceiling and my eyes start to close on their own.
I’m trying desperately not to make any noise but the moans manage to come out of me.
Meanwhile, John is standing directly in front of me, looking me right in the eyes. He’s fisting his powerful cock as hard and fast as he can. I imagine that it’s me he’s fucking, rather than jerking off his cock with his powerful hand.
John has the most intense look on his face.
We come at exactly the same time.
His cock is pulsating and I watch it intensely, looking back and forth between it and his eyes.
His cock explodes and the come shoots straight at me. I watch it come at me in ropes and it hits my upper thigh.
My own orgasm explodes just as his seed hits me.
“Really!” says the woman outside. “This is too much. I’m going to have to talk to someone.”
“I will too,” says someone who sounds like a newcomer.
Now there are three women outside the door?
“We’d better get going?” I say, as soon as I can talk again.
My body feels light and heavy at the same time. The after glow of the orgasm is still rushing through me. I want to do nothing more than curl up in John’s arms. Of course, then I want him to pierce me with his massive cock. He can fuck me while he holds me. Then we can cuddle. That’ll all have to wait until the yacht though, since we had better get out of this bathroom as quick as we can.
I watch as John shoves his still rock-hard cock back into his pants and buckles his belt. He zips up his fly and he throws the latch on the door just as I pull my dress down around myself. There’s no time to make sure my makeup and hair are OK.
John and I rush through the restaurant. People turn their heads to look at us.
“There they are,” say three very pissed off looking women, pointing us out to a gaggle of stern looking waiters.
John and I are giggling as John takes out his thick wallet and throws down more than a few hundred dollar bills. Hell, I’m not keeping track, but he could easily have thrown down a thousand dollars. It’s hard to tell because the bills are so crisp and clean and tend to stick together.
“Better to pay in cash then wait around while they run the card,” says John.
A waiter is approaching the table but John takes my hand and we rush out of the restaurant, not even looking behind us at the stunned onlookers. And the most important thing is that we don’t care what they think of us.
John
“That was a rush,” says Sarah, her body pressed up against me as we wait for the valet. I drape my arm around my shoulder and gaze down at her beautiful body. Her dress is a little out of order and I can see much more cleavage than I could before. My hands were just on those plump and delicious breasts. They’re just perfect and I feel like I could bury my head in them forever.
I’m so intent on her breasts that I don’t even watch as the valet drives the car up. Normally I’m watching to make sure the guy knows how to drive and isn’t destroying the transmission as he tries inexpertly to shift.
“Ready for the boat ride?” I say.
“I’m ready to do anything with you,” says Sarah, gazing up at me with her beautiful eyes.
“You’re really special,” I say.
“That’s quite the talk for a first date.”
“I guess I’m counting this as our second,” I say.
“In that case,” says Sarah. “I feel comfortable telling you that I can’t wait until your cock is buried deep inside me on that boat of yours.”
I laugh. “I can’t wait either,” I say, gazing down at her breasts one last time before walking her over to the passenger’s side of the car and helping her get into the sports car. There’s no way in hell I’m going to leave such an important job to one of the valets whose only going to ogle her as she gets into the car. Even so, as I turn around to head to the driver’s side of the car, I catch just about every one of the valets looking her up and down before they close the door for her.
“Watch it fellows,” I say, giving them a stern glance.
They know who the boss is. They know who I am. And even if they didn’t, they can read my demeanor and stance and know I’m not someone you want to mess around with.
“They were really trying to get an eyeful of you,” I say, as I close my own door before the valet can try to do it for me.
“Let them look,” says Sarah, with a shrug of her shoulders.
“It doesn’t upset you?” I say.
“Not when you’re with me,” she says. “I know you wouldn’t let anything happen to me.”
Sarah puts her gorgeous hand on my thigh as we drive along. I shift the car and merge into traffic. We have a comfortable silence on the way down to the dock, where my boat guy meets us. He takes care of the yacht when I’m not around, making sure everything’s in tip top shape. When I want to take the boat out, it’s always ready at a moment’s notice. This time, though, I sent him a message earlier today to make sure to get the boat ready for a romantic evening. I’ve had a lot of women on the yacht in days past, but none of them can hold a candle to Sarah in her beauty or that connection that I’m feeling is developing.
Right before getting out of the car, Sarah looks at me in the eyes. It looks like she wants to tell me something.
“Is there something you wanted to say?” I say, not sure where she’s going to go with this.
“I…”
“Yeah?” I say, after a long pause on her part. “It’s OK, Sarah, you can tell me anything you want. Whatever it is. If you’ve got a problem”—I have a sense now that this is something serious that’s been on her mind a long time, but don’t ask me why I think that—“I’ll do everything in my power to fix it.”
“It’s…nothing,” says Sarah after another long pause. But the look on her face tells me that it is something, although I don’t have the slig
htest idea what it is. “I just had a really good time with you so far tonight. That’s all I wanted to say.”
“I had a great time with you,” I say, knowing that this isn’t what she wanted to tell me.
“The bathroom was the highlight,” says Sarah, flashing me a grin.
“Well then let’s just see if we can top that,” I say.
I help Sarah out of the car and shake Tom, my boat guy’s hand.
“What’s the word, Tom?” I say.
“Not much new,” says Tom. “Gave the motor a work down yesterday, though.”
“Good work,” I say.
“I thought this was a sailboat,” says Sarah, gazing up at the large and gleaming yacht towering in front of us.
“It is,” I say. “But there’s usually a motor in case there’s no wind.”
“Good to have a backup,” says Tom, simply. He’s a man of few words. A classic man of the sea. He even looks the part, with a knit sweater and a large but neatly trimmed beard. I’ve never seen him smoke a pipe but I wouldn’t be surprised to find him with one some day, gazing calmly out at the sea. Tom’s only in New York City because of me. I had to offer him a lot of money to come up here, since he’s never been a city guy and hates all the loud noise and traffic. He essentially just lives on the boat year round, except on the rare occasions I take the boat out without Tom.
I help Sarah get on the boat and Tom gets the boat started up and starts undoing the lines.
“You wait here on the bow and I’m just going to go over and help Tom a little bit,” I say, giving Sarah a kiss.
“You really know about boats too?” says Sarah, her eyes widening.
I nod my head, and head out to help Tom with some of the lines.
We talk for a minute about a possible route but in the end I Just say, “Whatever you think is best, Tom. It’s going to be a romantic evening, hopefully, the way things are looking, so it might be better to keep to calmer waters.”
Tom gives me a wink. “It’s always a romantic evening for you, isn’t it?”
“She’s different,” I say. “She’s something special.”
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