by Alisa Easton
“That was different.”
“Yes, that was with a complete stranger who could have freaking killed you, Alex. What the hell is wrong with you? Don’t you ever watch the news? That is the way terrible things happen to perfectly nice girls like us. Don’t ever do something so stupid again. This guy, Nick, is clean and we know he’s not going to kill you. Best of all, he’s only looking for a no strings attached romp in the hay. It’s exactly what you need and I demand that you take full advantage of it.”
“No, absolutely not.”
“Oh come on, Alex. I’ve already got it all lined up. You and me are meeting Ben and Nick for dinner and dancing tonight at seven. We’ll get you sufficiently liquored up and then off you go. Nick will get you naked and take care of the rest.”
I sighed. I hated the idea but wasn’t it exactly what I’d asked for? Well, maybe not exactly. After all, I expected the guy to actually hang around a night or two but I figured Sylvia had a point. This guy might get my mind off the stranger long enough to get my thoughts back on track before I tackled the task of finding a real boyfriend. I’d play along with it for now.
Chapter 3
After lunch with Sylvia, I decided that the best way that I could prepare for whatever awaited me this evening would be to try to catch up on my sleep. I was fortunate enough to have the entire day free and sleeping was the best way to spend it. I fell into a deep sleep almost the instant that my head hit the pillow but my sleep was filled with dreams that all centered around him… the nameless stranger.
We were together at a restaurant but our hunger didn’t have anything to do with the food on our plates. Our desire for each other was the only thing on our minds.
I felt a hand on my knee, warm and strong. He applied a gentle pressure as he circled my knee and crept along my inner thigh. I uncrossed my legs instinctively. I was wearing my favorite short red skirt and nothing more than a pair of black thong panties underneath it. I stared into his eyes as I unfastened another button on my silk blouse, exposing a hint of the black lace bra underneath it. Judging by his roaming eyes, he liked what he saw. His hand massaged higher on my thigh, dangerously close to the panties that were now wet with my own anticipation.
Our waitress interrupted the moment by asking if we’d like any dessert.
“I’ll have a scoop of vanilla ice cream with plenty of whipped cream,” he told the woman.
“I’ll have the same,” I agreed.
She smiled and bent low in front of my companion exposing impressive cleavage for such a small frame. He inspected her closely as she cleared our dinner plates away. A surge of jealousy coursed through me. I wanted him all to myself. I placed a possessive hand against his crotch only to discover that he was rock hard. He was still staring at the young waitress as she disappeared with our plates.
“I have plans for all that whipped cream,” he whispered in my ear. His hand was back on my thigh except this time it moved straight to my panties as he tested my state of arousal. He wasn’t disappointed.
I know I must have been tossing and turning in my bed by this point of the dream. It may have all been an illusion of the mind but my arousal was very real. I needed him with me now.
The waitress returned with our desserts. Both were piled high with a thick whipped cream as instructed. My mouth watered at the idea of everything he could possibly do with that cream. But we were in a public restaurant. There were laws against that sort of thing.
“We’ll be closing soon,” the waitress told us, “but please feel free to take your time and enjoy your dessert. There isn’t any hurry.” She looked at my companion directly as she spoke. Their eyes seemed to say more. He nodded his head and thanked her. She blushed. I felt a stab of jealously course through me again. I resented being excluded from the secret conversation between them and I envied her natural exotic beauty.
I grabbed his face and I kissed him fervently. It was a childish response to the situation perhaps, but I wanted to make this woman aware that he was all mine.
“What’s your name?” echoed through my mind but all I got was his strange reply, “That isn’t important.”
I still didn’t know his name. How foolish of me to lay any claim on him.
He didn’t seem to mind the kiss once I’d unlocked our embrace. He didn’t even seem particularly surprised by it. He almost seemed to take pleasure in the jealousy he was igniting inside me.
“Do you like my friend’s breasts?” he suddenly asked our waitress. My face turned bright red.
The waitress didn’t say anything at first and I opened my mouth to make apologies for my companion’s rudeness. Before I could speak, I had one small hand cupping each of my breasts. I sat in shocked silence.
I can only assume that she approved of what she felt because she proceeded to unbutton my blouse all the way as she kissed the exposed flesh from my bra. The sensation was pleasurable but confusing. I’d never been with a woman before. I’d never even considered being with a woman. I didn’t protest even as she slid one delicate hand inside the fabric of my bra to tease a nipple. I knew my companion’s interest in watching others. I had no doubts this was all part of his plan for the evening and I was willing to do whatever it would take just to keep him beside me.
“Now we’re ready for dessert,” he teased.
I glanced around the room. There were still other patrons finishing their dinners, still blissfully unaware of what was happening in our dark corner of the room. I wondered how long it would be before one of them noticed.
My handsome friend was watching me intently, a desire flickering in his eyes that seemed to echo the candle flame. That look reminded me of the night we met - the night that I stripped wet clothes to expose my flesh to the man that I knew nothing about.
I still knew nothing about him except the feel of his kiss and the way his hands felt so perfectly on me. I was too afraid to ask any questions. Too afraid of the answers I would learn. I’d been involved with only a few men over the years and each relationship had turned into a monotonous routine that eventually turned so stale that it was almost a relief when we finally broke up. I longed for something more – something refreshing and exciting. I felt the first glimmers of hope for that passionate romance in my handsome stranger. I wouldn’t dare do anything to ruin it.
As my thoughts wandered, the waitress removed my blouse and bra. I was sitting at our table completely exposed for anyone to see. It was dark in the restaurant but somehow I felt as though I were lit by giant neon signs.
An elderly couple at a nearby table noticed what was going on at our table. They didn’t appear offended or overly concerned with our actions. In fact, they nodded and smiled as I made eye contact as if they approved of the show we were offering them. They continued to chat and sip their coffee letting our little games continue.
In the opposite corner sat a man, probably in his thirties. He was smoking a cigarette, taking long leisurely inhales and exhaling rings of smoke that floated above his head like little white halos. He was staring in our general direction as well but his expression was hidden by shadows. He picked up his cell phone and dialed a number. I tensed. What if he called the cops? Could I go to jail for sitting topless in a public restaurant? Even if I was only topless because our waitress herself removed my clothing?
I was suddenly distracted by hands leaving lines of electricity against my thighs as they smoothed the fabric of my skirt upward, exposing more of my legs and a glimpse of my panties. He stood up and began clearing our table of everything except the two bowls of ice cream topped high with whipped cream.
It was our waitress with her hands on my thighs. I started to feel overcome with desire for more of her touch despite myself. I didn’t want to feel this way but I couldn’t seem to help it. I was completely at her mercy. She bent her head and planted small kisses on the innermost sensitive parts of my thighs. I tingled all over. The man in the corner was still talking on the cell phone. He was definitely looking in our direction. A
hand had disappeared under the table. Was he playing with himself? The fact that my own pleasure could elicit this type of reaction in another person made me want to continue it even more. I was ready and willing for anything.
I didn’t have to wait long. My companion had finished cleaning the table and instructed me to lie down on it. Our waitress looked up and smiled as I sat there in a state of shocked silence.
He motioned a second time for me again to lie down on the table and I wasn’t sure what to do. Perhaps this was taking it a bit too far in the middle of a public place even if the other patrons did seem to be okay with our situation so far.
The waitress helped pull me out of my chair and guided me gently downwards onto the surface of the table. The tablecloth felt soft against my bare back. I turned my head toward the old couple but they were lost in conversation, unconcerned with what we were doing. I turned my head toward the other man who had been presumably masturbating. He had put down the phone and much to my horror, a small group of guy friends had gathered around him at the table. They were all watching as they sipped bottles of beer and exchanged conversation.
“I can’t do this,” I said and began to lift myself from the table. Whatever pleasure they had in store for me, it wasn’t worth the risk of humiliation in front of a crowd of strangers. I wanted to close my eyes and disappear. I covered my breasts modestly with my hands as I began to search for my blouse.
“You must,” he replied, “You must do this for me. I want nothing more than to devour you completely.”
“Not here. Not like this.” I started to feel an anger build inside me for the way things had begun to unfold. I avoided looking into his eyes for fear that all my resolve would melt once again and I’d be helpless to fight my true primal urges. Nothing could change the fact that deep inside I wanted him no matter what the price. I’d do anything to get what I wanted, even this.
And he knew it.
His mouth covered mine completely as he took my head in his hands and kissed me. His kisses sparked feelings I’d never felt before. I clung to him in desperation trying to pull myself closer.
His passion matched mine as we held tight in this insane madness. All my surroundings disappeared and at last it was only him and me alone and desperate to gratify our strong sexual impulses. We were so strongly pulled together by some unknown magnetic force. I knew nothing about him but at the same time I knew everything and all I wanted was to consume him.
My breathing had grown heavy as I moaned and sighed all at once. Against my will, he broke our embrace and pushed me down once more against the table. I didn’t resist as long as my cooperation would be rewarded with the weight of his body against mine. But much to my surprise each of my hands were tired firmly to each of the table legs at the top of the table. I looked at him in confusion.
“I can’t take any risks you’ll try to run away from me again,” he said.
I pulled against my binds but it was no use. I could not free myself. I felt the waitress at my feet kissing and sucking my toes. I kicked trying to break free of her but she held on with an amazing strength. She worked her way up to remove my panties so that my companion was free to tie my feet to the remaining two table legs. I was completely vulnerable and at their mercy.
The woman began sucking and playing with my nipples. She completely straddled me on top of the table and I could feel the wetness of her crotch against my belly. She wasn’t wearing any underwear. She lifted up as my companion spread whipped cream and some of the cold ice cream on my breasts for her nibbling pleasure. She devoured it greedily. Cold drops ran down my breasts on to my belly as she traced its path with her tongue. I shivered as much from the coldness of the dessert as the sensation of her tongue on my skin. By the time she’d lifted her head, there was no trace of the dessert left on me and I tingled with longing that he would give her more.
As though he’d read my mind, he dipped his finger into the ice cream and smeared it across my breasts, first the right and then the left, slowly circling my taunt nipples until they ached for more. He leaned down and cleaned them himself as I moaned with the feel of his warm tongue against my cooled skin. I stopped fighting the binds that held me and gave in to the sensations that coursed through my body.
By this point, there was no mistaking the audience that gathered around us. They were a sea of faces whispering and sighing filling the space, watching in anticipation to claim my pleasure as their pleasure. As my companion bent forward to swirl his tongue over my nipples, I arched my back to meet him as much as my bonds would allow. He held back just out of reach and I pulled until my wrists burned to try to reach him.
The waitress was back at my feet again but quickly progressed up the length of my calves. I felt her tongue on my knees and moaned when she licked and kissed her way up the inside of my right thigh. My companion turned his body to allow her greater access to mine. His smooth chest brushed against my cheek as he lowered himself to my ice cream coated breasts again and he took his time devouring me. The small group watching us murmured their approval.
I cried out when the waitress inserted a cold ice cream coated finger between my legs. The ice cream melted as it mingled with my own juices and she spread me open wider to taste me at a leisurely pace.
“Wait,” said my companion almost breathlessly as he stopped giving my breasts his complete attention. The waitress looked up and I ached with the need to feel them both against me again. “She is mine to enjoy.”
She moved away without a word and my companion slid his body along mine until his mouth covered the space between my legs where I needed him most. The pleasure that the waitress had given me magnified ten times over when my companion took over. I knew that at this point I’d begun moaning loudly and the crowd gathered closer in their own anticipation of release. I teetered on the edge, willing my body to give in to him, hopelessly falling.
Chapter 4
I woke with a start. My body was soaked in sweat and I was breathing much heavier than I should have. I rolled on to my back and stared at the ceiling as I tried to bring myself back to reality enough to focus. According to the clock on my bedside table, I only had a half hour to shower and make myself look stunning before Sylvia would be knocking on my front door. I still didn’t think I was ready to face the night ahead of me but after the dream I’d had about the stranger, I was even more concerned about my current mental health.
I made my way to the shower for the second time in the same day to wash away remnants of a man whose name I didn’t even know. I closed my eyes and thought about the dream. Not only had it rekindled all of the overwhelming desires that I had for him but there was a hint of something new lurking under the surface as well. Who was the waitress and why did I feel such a strong attraction to her?
I replayed images of the dream except that in my mind’s eye the waitress was replaced by Sylvia’s face as she straddled over top of me and massaged my breaths. I opened my eyes in alarm and gasped. No, it would never happen, especially not with Sylvia.
I turned off the shower, towel dried quickly, and made my way to the closet wondering exactly what someone would wear when being set up for a night of sex with a stranger. Inevitably, this brought my mind back to the man that I really wanted and the way that my rain soaked t-shirt clung to my skin when we met. I sighed and pulled out a simple black cocktail dress. It had spaghetti straps and a deep v-neck, which seemed appropriate for the occasion. The length brought it to just about mid-thigh, which left me to ponder whether or not I should go to the trouble of stockings or take a chance and leave my legs bare. I opted for a pair of thigh highs that I found stuffed into the back of my underwear drawer and thanked my lucky stars that they didn’t appear to have any tears in them. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d have worn such a thing but it must have been while I was still dating Ed, probably in the earlier more hopeful part of our relationship. This realization hit me with a sense of despair. A part of me still missed him and wondered if any man could ev
er make me forget him.
The doorbell brought me out of my memories and I jumped up and checked myself in the mirror once more before letting Sylvia in. I held my breath as I waited for her assessment. She gave me a quick hug and looked me up and down nodding her approval. She was dressed in a shimmering silver cocktail dress that flattered her tiny waist and ample breasts. My eyes lingered longer on the way her dress displayed her cleavage but she didn’t seem to notice.
“Come on,” she said taking my hand and leading me back to the bedroom indicating for me to sit on the bed, “We need a few finishing touches.”
“It isn’t necessary, really,” I protested but I sat as she instructed and waited as she dug through her hand bag for the cosmetics she felt best suited our evening. I closed my eyes as she applied eye shadow and mascara and painted my lips no doubt a shade of red that I wouldn’t ordinarily be caught dead wearing. I was never one for wearing a lot of make-up. Once she declared that she’d finished her masterpiece, I avoided looking in the mirror. I didn’t like not recognizing the person that stared back at me.
She stepped back and looked at me.
“Oh yes, he’s going to like you.”
“I’m not sure I can go through with this,” I said watching her readjust her dress as she looked in my full length mirror. I couldn’t stop myself from noticing the way her skirt lifted as she bent over to fuss with her shoe. My face flushed and I turned away as she brought her attention back to me.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she said, “You will thank me for this later. If he’s anything like Ben, it is going to be one of the best nights of your life.”
“I very much doubt that,” I said following her into the living room. It was time to go. I could see the excitement in Sylvia’s eyes and I wondered if it was more because of the fact that she’d been looking for a reason to see Ben again since the day she’d broken up with him.
