“Oh not very often, I think you’re only number two today.” Matt laughed, which reassured Josie he hadn’t minded. He was meeting her eye too.
“Have you and your family lived around here a long time? So, is there some distant, historic family connection to this place?” she added, glancing around the busy room.
“Mmmm, most of my life—and the connection is not so distant; it’s my parents’ business. The pub has been in the family for generations, a bit like an ancestral home.” He leaned forward and lowered his voice. “The story goes that my great, great, great, great, great grandfather was a wildfowl farmer, who made all kinds of feather goods: pillows, quills, stuff like that. He was also notorious for being popular with the ladies, despite being married, and when his business was at its height, he bought the local pub, built on some rooms, and turned it into The Tickle Arms. Rumor has it this place provided a convenient rendezvous location for his assignations. I’m not sure whether he himself chose the pub name that stands today or if it was an acquired nick-name later adopted officially. Either way it was appropriate both because of the family name and his wandering hands.”
“Wow.” Josie always envied people with a sense of their family history. “Did you not want to go into the family business?”
“No, believe it or not I like numbers, and chose to be an accountant. I’m not sure I could work for my parents. I like running my own company, being in charge. I give them a discount on doing their books, though.”
This time they both laughed, and Josie felt a wash of hope. She’d never had a blind date where she’d felt at ease so fast, and equally aroused, before. It was a little tricky to concentrate on the menu and what to order. She kept wanting to look at Matt and go off in a daydream about what kissing his full lips might feel like.
When the waiter came over she went for the easy option and chose to have the steak like Matt. There was no harm in happening to like the same foods. She tried to concentrate on what he was saying.
“The food’s good, I promise, or I would have picked somewhere else. All the ingredients are sourced from local farms, so you know it’s going to be fresh. ” As he spoke he reached out one hand—Josie couldn’t help noticing what long fingers he had—and took hold of her hand in his. She didn’t pull away. She wanted to see where this night would lead, determined to fight against her natural instinct to be hesitant if that would impede a relationship developing between them.
“So you know exactly which stable your beef has come from?”
****
Delighted, Matt watched as Josie’s face flushed; she seemed unsure if her joke would be well received. “Yes, I can guarantee it’s a thoroughbred steak you’ll be getting.”
The corners of her eyes crinkled with merriment at his reciprocated teasing. They were light blue in color and Matt was reminded of a hazy sky enjoying the sun.
“I wouldn’t mind eating horse, actually,” she added, “as long as that’s what I ordered. I’m always more concerned about all the ingredients they list, that I don’t really know what they are. That’s the reason I tend to avoid processed food. It amazes me what people will put inside themselves without thinking.”
It was refreshing to be in the company of a woman who clearly liked to think about things, and Matt had to admit she was beautiful as well. He would have been remiss if he hadn’t noticed her smile and fantastic figure. She had curves, which were an asset in his opinion, and breasts that seemed slightly more than a handful. They looked extremely generous, but his fingers could stretch to contain a good amount, so it would definitely need testing.
First he decided to test her willingness to explore a physical relationship with a bit of flirting. She’d given him the perfect opening after all. So: “I hope you’ll do a lot of thinking about everything I put inside you.”
His voice had turned husky at the thought; there was no way she could miss his meaning.
“I’m really hungry. I hope whatever you feed to me is worth the wait.”
Oh yeah. He was definitely going to go ahead with his plan. He’d quizzed Terry about what she might enjoy for a first date and gotten the impression that seduction was in order. Someone to treat her right, both as a lady and a sexual being, had been Terry’s advice. He was more than happy to deliver on both fronts. He just needed to pick his moment.
At that moment their waiter brought the food over. Matt thanked him with a nod.
****
Forkful of leafy salad half-way to her mouth Josie froze when she felt a hand upon her thigh. She looked to Matt. One hand held the fork he was using to eat with, the other was no longer visible above the table.
“Should I stop?” Matt asked, his tone of voice giving away nothing of what he referred to.
Josie liked that he asked, but she also liked the feeling of indulging in something slightly naughty, maybe even risqué. She shook her head. His hand moved, fingers tracing swirling patterns, edging closer and closer to the apex of her thighs. They backtracked to push up the skirt she was wearing; skin met skin. The weather had been mild, and Josie was glad of the impulse that had made her wear hold ups. She wished she could take a peek and see the contrast of his dark skin against her paler flesh.
He touched her the entire way through the main course. Teasing her, but never going too far. Far enough to feel her panties were wet through, though.
They bantered between bites of food. Part of Josie wondered where this new daring side of her had come from. “Mine’s delicious, cooked to perfection. There’s nothing quite like that perfect piece of meat to fill you up,” she commented seductively. “How’s yours?”
“Good enough to eat,” Matt replied in a flash.
God, everything about him was sinful. Josie was afraid she might just melt and slide down under the table if she wasn’t careful. After they had both finished eating she got up to excuse herself to the bathroom, in desperate need of a cool splash of water.
Should she give him a signal to follow her? No she didn’t think she could be quite that forward.
During that moment of hesitation he reached into his pocket, pulled out a small black satin pouch and slipped it into her hand. “Take a look. If you decide to wear it, return the bag to me.”
Josie clutched the bag tightly as she made her way to the far side of the restaurant, following the signs to the ladies’. Inside a stall she slowly loosened the draw string at the top of the pouch and withdrew the contents. Her eyes widened when she saw what she held in her hand. He had come prepared.
She wondered exactly what Terry had told Matt about her…that she hadn’t been on a date since the breakup of her long term relationship over ten months ago? That she really wanted something exciting to happen in her life? That she wanted a sex life again?
She didn’t think she could relax with a stranger if there was no connection there, but the fact that Matt knew Terry, who knew so much about her, made it seem alright. And she definitely appreciated the effort Matt had clearly gone to.
A vibrant pink love egg lay in her hand. Josie might not have worn one before but she could certainly recognize what it was. Attached to it was a thin pull cord, and wrapped around the cord a little tag with the words “New for you” on it.
Josie was charmed. He'd wanted her to know it was new even though he’d removed any outer packaging. Maybe he was also hoping the experience would be a new one for her as well. It would.
Josie put the pouch down so she could inspect the egg more closely, and realized there was still something inside. She pulled out a small packet of lube. She smiled to herself; she wouldn’t be needing that. She might be best just removing her panties all together at this point.
Putting the pouch down Josie looked for a switch on the egg to test its vibrations and noise level. She presumed it vibrated. She felt it all over and even looked at it closely; the silky smooth silicone felt sensuous, but she couldn’t find a button.
It took her a minute to realize that she wasn’t going to be in con
trol of its operations. Given that it was her choice whether to wear the egg, and to let Matt know she was doing so, it was a relief to let someone else be in charge. To not have to worry about what she should do next and whether her partner wanted her. Matt could tell her exactly what he wanted—all by remote control.
Slipping her panties down her legs, she neatly removed them and folded them small enough to fit inside her purse. She lifted one foot to rest on the lid of the toilet and fitted the egg inside. It glided into place, snugly nestling inside her without any discomfort.
Every action of preparation felt decadent and she was tempted to touch herself. She slid her index finger across her clitoris—twice—before willing her hand to obey her and leave it alone. Then she straightened her clothes, unlatched the stall door, efficiently washed and dried her hands and, making sure she had hold of the pouch, left the ladies’ and made her way back to the table.
Matt was watching her as she approached, his eyes inquisitive. He raised one eyebrow at her when she slipped back into her seat next to him. How did people do that, she wondered. It made him look like a dashing pirate.
A little nervously, a slight tremor to her hands, she surreptitiously passed him back the pouch. His smile was dazzling.
“Thank you. Would you care for dessert? Or coffee?”
“Something sweet to finish would be lovely,” Josie replied, thinking she needed something to do with her hands.
****
Watching Josie climax would be the sweetest finish to the meal, although there was no way it was going to sate his appetite.
Catching the waiter’s eye Matt asked for the dessert menu. A chalkboard listing a range of options was brought over to them. Josie chose the chocolate and vanilla crème soufflé, while Matt just ordered a coffee.
“You don’t fancy a coffee as well?” he asked.
“No, if I have coffee this time of night I’ll never sleep. I’ll be wired for hours.”
That wouldn’t be a problem as far as Matt was concerned. Her was going to be hard and aching for hours—he really wanted Josie to be with him to help ease his pain. “Are you planning to sleep? I thought you might already be wired.”
“I’m hoping I might be sated enough to sleep later.”
A challenge, if ever he heard one. “I’ll have to see what I can do to help relax you.” So saying Matt reached into his jacket pocket and took out a small disc that fit into the palm of his hand. It was a vibrant pink and he chose not to keep it hidden. There was a little bit of the exhibitionist in him, it seemed. The waiter bringing his coffee and her dessert would probably see it—the thought didn’t bother him.
Yep there he was, glancing from Matt’s hand to Josie’s face, back to Matt’s hand and across to Josie’s body where her nipples were now visible. Matt would have to be careful not to get caught staring.
“Enjoy your dessert,” the waiter said, too obviously deadpan as he left their table.
“I’m glad you like to be watched.” Matt said taking a sip of his coffee, using his free hand to lift the cup. It was a good guess given the signs of arousal her body was showing.
Could he make her cry out in pleasure in public?
She wasn’t meeting his eyes now but was blushing fiercely, her cheeks nearly the same color as the control he toyed with, rolling it between his fingers. Her breath was coming in short, sweet pants and he hadn’t even set any vibrations going. Either she was incredibly responsive or the situation was one that really turned her on. He hoped it was both.
“Is the waiter looking at us?” Josie whispered.
“Yes, whenever he can. He looks as if he’s rather distracted from his job. He nearly poured red wine all over a table. Nobody else has seen, though.”
Matt took another sip of his coffee, careful not to spill the hot liquid; his own hand was now a little shaky. He placed the cup back in its saucer before giving in to temptation and pressing the button. All he would now have to do was flick the device to change the speed.
****
Josie took a small spoonful of her dessert. She could act normal. As the rich, slightly bitter chocolate hit her taste buds the vibrations kicked in. Startled, she looked to Matt; he was watching her intently. She gave away a soft moan.
“Mmmm, that smells good.” Matt’s reciprocating sound of arousal was camouflaged by the innocuous comment.
It felt fantastic; the egg was positioned just right. Josie wasn’t sure she’d ever climaxed without clitoral stimulation, but then she wasn’t sure her g-spot had ever felt anything so good before. With a flick of Matt’s wrist, so he was holding the disk vertically, the vibrations increased. If he kept this up she was going to come in public. The thought pushed her one step closer. She’d stopped any pretence of eating.
“You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Matt said on a heated breath. “Are you close?”
She bit her lip, nodded.
“I’d like to finish the job; will you let me?
“I’ll try.” She’d never felt so wet, so on edge.
Matt reached under the table with his spare hand and Josie felt his palm once again return to her thigh. He didn’t linger there but headed up to where there was no longer any barrier preventing him from touching her drenched pussy.
“So wet for me. What a good girl you are.” He leaned forward and whispered directly in her ear. “I love that you’re so wet for me. Can you spread a little wider so I can coat my fingers?”
Josie held a napkin to her lips—anything to help stifle her gasps and moans—and did as he said. His fingers stroked over her, soft, wet flesh, finding the stiff nub of her clit. She bit down on the material as he rubbed, shifting in her seat.
“Sit still unless you want everyone to see.”
Josie froze.
“Not that I’d mind, but I’d hate for us to get thrown out at such a critical moment.” He gave another flick of his wrist and the vibrations slowed. His fingers slowed as well.
“Breathe,” he murmured reassuringly near her ear.
Josie placed her hand on his thigh and squeezed hard. He should try breathing, so close to orgasm in a room full of people! She let her nails dig in and watched a jolt of ecstasy shock his features. The vibrations were back at full speed an instant later. She didn’t let go of her grip on him as he moved his fingers in smaller and quicker movements over her clit. Josie felt the impending explosion approach and did nothing to stop it. Pleasure sparked in her clitoris and raced up to her g spot so that her walls pulsed around the egg inside her. She let her head fall forward and closed her eyes. Mmm … sooo good.
Matt slowly took her hand and unclenched her fingers, bringing it to rest over his very hard cock. She opened her eyes to look at him as he asked, “So, do I merit a second date?”
A second date! She’d hoped there might be more to come this very evening. “For hands like yours Mr.Tickle, I’m sure any number of things can be arranged.” Josie suggested, hopefully suggestively.
The End
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