“A limo? He’s got a chauffeur and a limo? Must be his father’s. All that insider trading money. The palms of some politicians are greased quite generously by their corporate crony constituents. Screwing the little people doesn’t come cheap, you know…”
I rushed out of the bathroom and gathered my clutch purse and silk wrap up from off the couch.
“Mom. For the love of God, give it a rest!”
She turned away from the window to look at me and I could see that a lump had got caught in her throat as she eyed me up and down. My mom was a typical, emotional Aries. It didn’t take much for her to get choked up.
“I’m sorry. I’ll stop. You look absolutely stunning, Cali. That red dress is a knockout! Have a great time sweetie pie.”
The doorbell rang and when my mom opened it, we were both pleasantly surprised to see Devlin standing on the porch. Judging by my mom’s face, she was just as shocked as I was to see him rather than the chauffeur. He bowed slightly, and handed my mom a box of Godiva chocolates.
“Good evening, Ms. Jamison. I hope you like dark chocolate, raspberry truffles.”
“My absolute favorite! Devlin, how did you know that? Did you tell him Cali? Please come in.”
The sight of Devlin Danes standing in our foyer, dressed to kill in what was probably some ultra expensive Italian designer suit that barely fit over his muscular frame activated every horny hormone I had in my body. He was one fine-looking man. I couldn’t believe he was my date.
“I’m so glad you like them, Ms. Jamison. Those just happen to be my favorite too. I guess we both have good taste. You have a nice evening, now.”
I kissed my mother on the cheek and she shot me a look that said, “Please be careful honey, this man will not take no for an answer.” I tried hard to return an innocent little girl look back to her, hoping my expression would not betray my slutty little girl thoughts; the ones that said, “I have no intentions of saying no to this man, mother!”
Devlin reached out to take my hand in his, and we headed out into the night. I felt like I was going to the senior prom again. Only this time, it was WAY BETTER! My date had money and a clear complexion……
“Cali, you take my breath away. You’re so incredibly beautiful. And that dress…..Wow. Red is your color.”
“Well, I gotta say, you clean up pretty nicely yourself, Mr. Danes. Very nice suit. You look extremely dashing.”
My handsome escort and I walked arm and arm down the flagstone path that cut through the yard. Mom had flicked on the twinkling garden lights for an added romantic effect. I turned to see her smiling face through the curtain, and the snouts of three ragamuffin hounds lining the window sill. Crickets were chirping and the moonlight outlined the blooming magnolia trees. It was completely magical. All I needed now was a pumpkin coach!
Devlin graciously introduced me to Carl, the chauffeur, and helped me into the back of the black stretch limousine. Then, he poured us both a bubbly glass of Dom and we relaxed back, sinking deeply into the leather seat for the ride over to the Pacific Vista Tower Hotel.
He stretched his strong arm around me and I nuzzled my head into his rock-hard chest. He tilted my chin up with the tips of his fingers and gave me a sweet but lingering kiss on the lips. No tongues. He was acting like a perfect gentleman. And he was driving me fucking crazy! I had a sneaking suspicion he was completely aware of it too. Here I was, no panties and ready to throw myself at him, and he was taking it slow…
I found myself completely mentally preoccupied with thoughts of his pierced dick.
My eyes kept getting diverted over to his crotch. I could sort of see the outline of it under there; under those tailored dress slacks that fit his muscled ass so perfectly. It was lying in wait, probably only a couple inches from my fingertips. Devlin was making some sort of small talk with me enroute, but I was focused on the close proximity and distracted to the point of keeping me from fully engaging in the conversation.
The car suddenly stopped at the hotel entrance of the magnificent Pacific Vista Tower which stretched high above us. The place was ultra-chic. It was the newest and most posh downtown San Diego, waterfront hotel. I felt like royalty as we crossed the expansive, lavish lobby. The other patrons actually stopped to look at us!
We rode the glass elevator all the way up to the top floor of the 50 story tower. Devlin seized the opportunity to bestow an incredibly passionate and romantic kiss upon me that warmed me all the way to my toes.
When we reached the restaurant on the 50th floor, the elevator doors parted, revealing a spectacular 360 degree view of the city, bay, Coronado Bridge, and all the surrounding marinas. Although Devlin had experienced the view during previous visits, he indulged me as I took it all in for a few extra minutes. He was incredibly sweet about it:
“I’m enjoying it through the beauty of your eyes, Cali.”
As we entered the low-lit restaurant, the maître d’ greeted us and led us over to a romantic corner with a private booth, by a window overlooking the city lights. I noticed Devlin palmed him a wad of cash.
“Ah, tres bien. Merci, Philipe.”
“Merci beaucoup, Monsieur Danes.”
We slid into our plush booth and sank back into the high, soft cushions. The place was dripping with ambiance. Devlin and I snuggled together and studied the French cuisine menu by the flickering candlelight. We got lost in each other’s gaze several times and eventually I told him to just order everything for us. I figured he was a fairly worldly man and it would be reasonably safe to trust him with the task. What an understatement that turned out to be!
His choices were sublime. Each dish was a mouth-watering taste sensation that paired perfectly with the wine that he picked. Everything was absolutely out of this world and the entire dinner was completely unparalleled to any dining experience I had ever had. I didn’t even recognize half the stuff that I was eating. I had the most fun time when Devlin blindfolded me with his napkin and fed me escargots. Wonderfully delicious, buttery, garlicky, snails!
Devlin had even ordered in French. Fucking French! He impressed me at every turn. I clearly did not know this man. But I sure as hell wanted to. I had wondered, on more than one occasion, whether or not he had more substance than meets the eye. Little did I know how much substance he actually had; he was not just a pretty face, after all. Where had this classy guy been hiding? He was doing everything right and I couldn’t wait to get him between the sheets. Devlin Dane’s pierced cock would definitely be mine tonight………
CHAPTER ELEVEN
DEVLIN
I was feeling like the luckiest guy in the world. I was in a world-class restaurant with the woman of my dreams having the time of my life. Everything was going exactly as planned. It was easy to see that Cali had been impressed with the limo, the restaurant and especially with me. She was like a purring kitten lapping milk right out of my cupped hand. There was no room for any wrong moves this time. I needed the evening to go smoothly and perfectly. And it was.
There was no doubt about it now: Cali Jamison was flaming hot for me.
The dress she was wearing was practically screaming out for me to fuck her. The slinky red number was slit almost all the way up to her oh so fine ass, and cut equally low down the front. Something told me she’d complied with my little demand. The idea of this innocent little thing going to dinner without panties was almost as fucking sexy as this dress...
She’d taken things even further, though…
Her amazing tits were completely unleashed beneath the sheer red cloth.
It was all I could do to keep from sucking her perky nipples right off of them. I hadn’t actually seen them in the flesh yet, but the clingy fabric hugged every tight curve, and left little to the imagination.
Her matching red lipstick was driving me crazy with desire……I was literally aching to get inside of her. But, I knew I still needed to play it cool yet. I decided to tease her a little longer and keep her on the edge of suspense. I also needed to reel
her in slowly, so she couldn’t wiggle off the Devlin fishhook.
Our waiter brought us another bottle of Bordeaux Superieur, and poured some in each of our glasses. I proposed a toast “to the most beautiful woman in the restaurant” and we drank to that…….several times. We laughed and sang, “When the world starts to shine like you’ve had too much wine….. that’s amore.” It felt like we were the only two people in the whole restaurant.
Cali kissed me forcefully on the lips, and pressed her bare thigh against my leg under the table. The lacy hem of her dress had gotten inadvertently (or purposefully) hiked up high, almost to her hip, while we were busy licking Lyonnais sauce off of each other’s mouths. I gave her smooth, hot thigh a playful squeeze before teasingly slipping my fingers under the silky red fabric; slowly inching them closer and closer to what I knew she was hoping I would touch. She ran her tongue along her lower lip in obvious anticipation.
But I didn’t touch it. Not because she stopped me; she was definitely welcoming. But, because I wanted to drive her wild with desire for me. So, I tortured her (and myself) by halting my fingers just shy of it; just shy of her beautiful, bare, quivering little pussy. Oh fuck me, how I wanted to taste that!
Instead, I pulled her close and opted for a deep, long, passionate, romantic kiss. It was working. I was driving her wild; I could feel her nipples hardening and teasing me right through my shirt as she pressed deeper into the kiss. She would be all mine to ravage soon enough. We had only one more dinner course remaining, prompting me to imitate our French waiter:
“Which dessert do you prefer, Mademoiselle? Les soufflés de citron? Mocha pots de crème? Strawberry savarin? Or, perhaps one of each, oui?”
“Why don’t you surprise me, Devlin? I’ve got to use the little girls’ room but I’ll be right back. I still have quite an appetite left.”
As she said the word “appetite”, she ran her hand across my pecs, down my abs, and onto my now stiff cock, before planting another hard kiss on my salivating lips. She scooted her way out of the booth, and gave me a sexy little wink as she stood up.
Once she was out of sight, I summoned the waiter and ordered the crème puffs in dark chocolate sauce “to go”. I had future plans for those, up in our suite; plans that Cali was still unaware of.
I had tipped the maître d’ handsomely, not only for the perfect table but also for concealing our room key under my dinner plate. Cali already knew that I had presumptuously and arrogantly made dinner reservations before asking her. So, I was trying to hide the fact that I had also taken the same liberty with our overnight accommodations. Somehow, I imagined she would prefer thinking she had had some say over the outcome of this evening.
When Cali returned, she sat on my lap and stroked my dick through my pants as she purred into my ear.
“So lover boy, which dessert did you get for us?”
“I ordered something hot and creamy, my little lovely… It’ll be coming soon……….”
And this time, I wasn’t messing around: While staring intently into her gorgeous eyes, I discretely walked my fingers up her hot thighs, thankful for the privacy of our booth. I deftly slipped my first two digits higher and sunk them into her waiting wet slit. I drew her slickness out and circled my fingers around on her clit as she spread her legs open further for me. Then I played her like a musical instrument, working her sweet spot over and over until she moaned my name and came right there on my lap. When she was finished, I pulled my fingers out of her honey hole and licked her delectable juices off of each one, while wearing the biggest, most satisfied smile on my face.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CALI
Now there’s the bad boy I’ve been waiting for! Devlin Danes had just given me the orgasm of my life, and he hadn’t even used his cock yet. I could only imagine the wild things he planned to do to me when he eventually got me alone in a room with a bed.
I had to give him credit, that’s for sure. He had done quite an amazing job of reining himself in all evening, in a genuine effort “to take things more slowly” (as he put it this afternoon), and not scare me off. I think it had probably been a monumental undertaking for him, actually. He was a bona fide sex machine and there was simply no hiding it.
Now, it was time to cap this evening off with what we had both been honestly waiting for. If he hadn’t already reserved a room in the hotel, prior to our date, I would have fainted from the shock. Devlin was not to be underestimated. Seducing and bedding women was his forte. He had probably even had special military ambush training on the subject.
I played coy as we left the restaurant and entered the elevator. Devlin pushed the button for level 49; just one floor down. I pretended not to notice, as I nibbled his ear and shook the cute little take-out box, neatly tied with string. I was quite curious about the tasty little dessert treat that was inside. The doors opened and he took my hand as we exited. He led me down the corridor a little way, before sheepishly surprising me with a very sweet question:
“Cali Jamison, will you spend the night with me, tonight? And, I mean the entire night. I promise I won’t leave you this time?”
I answered him by kissing him like a woman would kiss her long-lost lover returning from war. Because, that’s what it felt like. And I felt like a woman in love. An incredibly fucking horny woman in love!
My deliriously happy lover hastily swiped the keycard in the door slot of room 4903, and swept me up in his arms. Then, he kicked the door wide-open and carried me across the threshold like a new bride.
The suite was spectacular, with a view to match. And much to my delight, my Prince Charming had transformed into the true sex-crazed wolf that he was:
My slinky dress landed on a large potted plant in the corner, leaving me in nothing but a sheer lace cami that I’d worn beneath. His neatly pressed shirt was catapulted into the wet bar sink. I have no idea where our shoes ended up.
Devlin flung his gorgeous naked body backward onto the luxurious bed, grabbing me and pulling me down on top of him as he fell. He kissed me long and hard and passionately. Then he propped me up into a sitting position, so that I straddled his hips.
He slowly slid both hands up my thighs until they reached my hips.
“And now…. finally….. what I’ve been waiting to see, Cali.”
To my incredible surprise, Devlin didn’t rip off my cami. Instead, he very tentatively and tenderly lifted the lace garment and slid it up, little by little, like he was unveiling a piece of priceless art. He raised it, slowly and methodically, up over my head, arms, and finally past my fingertips, never once taking his eyes off of me even for a second. Then he gently placed it on the bed right beside him, without dropping his gaze. I watched his dark eyes drink in every inch of my body as his pupils dilated with arousal.
His large man fingers sweetly traced the curves of my breasts, waist, tummy and hips. He paused for a few seconds, softly cupping both of my breasts in his strong hands and studying them like he was committing them to memory.
“Fuck, your body is even more beautiful than I imagined Cali.”
I bit my lower lip and smiled devilishly.
“Why don’t you tell me exactly what you want me to do.”
I wanted him to fuck me… I wanted him to fuck me more than anything in the whole damn world… But before I could speak I watched him lick his lips ever so subtly.
I suddenly wanted something very different. No man had ever really taken his time on me. They always made sex about their own pleasure… But I knew Devlin would be different.
“Devlin, I want you to lick me until I can’t breathe. Make me cum all over your lips.”
Devlin abruptly grabbed hold of my hips and slid me forward until I was seated smack-dab on his face; squarely on top of his very dirty-minded mouth.
His wild tongue darted in and out of me with amazing agility. He ran it in circles all around my clit and worked his mouth into my wet folds, tugging and pulling with his soft lips, over and over. I felt like I was g
oing to spin off of his face like a top. I dug my nails deeper into his shoulders, trying to anchor myself. Nothing could have prepared me for this.
Oh my GOD.
I screamed and moaned his name as he sucked, lapped and slurped up my creamy juices with what could only be described as sheer gusto. Devlin was getting off just from tasting me. I came so many times, by the time he finished with me I collapsed into a heap. The night was young, and I was already exhausted.
“That might have been the best desert I’ve ever had………… Speaking of which…….........where did I put that?”
Devlin laughed and wiped his mouth with his forearm, as he bounced out of bed with the sudden realization that he probably left the dessert box somewhere near the entrance door. I had a lovely view of his chiseled, v-shaped back and perfectly rounded ass as he went in search of it.
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